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stray-cat-21 · 2 years

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Meeting bat Eddie 🦇❤️‍🔥

Summary: Okay so Daytona on TikTok makes these adorable bat Eddie videos and they’re just so cute I decided to do a blurb (or a few) based on the concept. Please go check out her playlist it’s honestly the cutest thing ever. And the credit to this goes to her ❤️🦇

A month and a half had gone by since the events of the upside down. Meaning it had been a long six weeks Eddie had been stuck in bat form. When he had woken up from being killed by the bats from hell he thought he’d get to be a cool blood sucking vampire like the movies but instead he couldn’t figure out how to change out of his bat form. He was incredibly annoyed but at least being a bat wasn’t so bad. And at least he wasn’t wanted for murder.

“I know you’re bored but I have to work! I’ll read to you later alright?” Steve huffed towards the small creature that was now pouting on the counter top. A flurry of squeaking erupted from the bat accompanied by dramatic wing movements. “Well I’m sorry not all of us can fly around and eat all day Munson!” Steve sighed. The two were so busy in their argument they missed the jingle of the bell signaling someone entering the store.

(Y/n) stepped into the store black boots lightly hitting the floor. Her black jeans with jagged holes on the knees was paired with a Black Sabath raglan tour shirt topped with a black and white flannel. She eyed Steve Harrington who had his back turned clearly arguing with someone she couldn’t see. (Y/n) cleared her throat making him spin around like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Uh hi hello welcome to um Family Video can I help you find something?” He asked leaning against the counter.

“Um no I was actually just hired I’m supposed to start today. I was told to find Steve or Robin.” She informs him with a kind smile. Unbeknownst to either of them Eddie is doing his best to take a peak at what’s going on. His small form leaned over too far falling down to the floor along with his book. (Y/n)’s eyes flashed between Steve and trying to peak behind him.

“Well you found Steve, Robin’s on lunch right now. I’ll go grab your vest and name tag and we’ll get started!” He said with an awkward smile. She nodded watching him duck down grabbing something before disappearing into the back. When he was out of sight she leaned over the counter observing the worn copy of the Hobbit laying against the floor. The corners were frayed evidence of dog eared pages shown on the pages.

(Y/n) let’s out a curious hum her eyes flicking to door Steve had disappeared behind and back to the book. Walking around the countertop she picked up the novel admiring how well loved it clearly was. She also noticed the small bowl of assorted pieces of fruit, nuts, and pretzels. Hearing Steve throw open the door she rested the book carefully back on the countertop. He smiled handing her the green vest.

“Thanks you’re uh Steve Harrington right? You graduated the year before me.” She inquired throwing her new uniform on. “Yeah that’s me.” He nodded far too used to the how the mighty have fallen speech. “Cool I look forward to working with you.” She shrugged wanting the awkward conversation to be over. There was a pause and for a split second (Y/n) would have sworn she saw something in Steve’s shirt pocket move.

“So um he really didn’t have you start on the best day there’s not really anything going on just helping customers and taking care of last nights returns.” Steve said gesturing towards a cart with a small pile of tapes in it. (Y/n) nodded moving towards the returns. “I think I can manage.” (Y/n) smiled grabbing a few tapes moving to put them in their places. While she was turned with her attention focused on the horror movie display she could hear Steve talking almost arguing with himself. She tried to listen in carefully wondering if Robin had gotten back from lunch.

“I told you I don’t understand I’m sorry!” He said in a hushed yell. (Y/n) carefully stepped around the shelf moving towards the older man. There was no sign of anyone nearby or even a phone being talked into. “Don’t understand what?” She questioned watching as he jumped surprised. “I’m sorry what?” He asked like he wasn’t the one caught.

“You were talking to someone Harrington who?” This time it’s accusatory. (Y/n) was not going to let one of Hawkins pretty boy jocks gaslight her. “No one or not a someone it’s nothing really.” He all but squeaks. “So Steve the hair Harrington was talking to himself like a crazy person?” She asks putting her hands on her hips. Steve attempts to come up with some explanation but can’t come up with one that won’t send her running from the store.

Before he stutter out some bad lie Eddie pokes his head from Steve’s pocket little ears pointed up. (Y/n) felt like her jaw was lying on the floor seeing the small winged creature. “I-is that a bat like a real live bat?” She gawked. Steve cursed under his breath nodding his head. “Yes this is my uh pet.” He sighed pulling Eddie from his pocket.

Cautiously she stepped forward slightly leaning down to observe the bat. Eddie looked up at her eyes his little heart just thumping away in his chest. Up close he realized he did recognize the girl from school. They were kind of friends at least as close to a friend as someone could be with the town outcast without making themselves a pariah. Eddie would even go as far to say he once had a small crush on her.

“Steve Harrington has a pet bat?”

“Yeah he’s new uh Dustin Henderson’s idea.”

“What’s his name?”

“Eddie.”

“And the little denim vest?”

“Also Henderson’s idea.”

“Aren’t bats supposed to be nocturnal?”

“Yeah but I guess since this one’s main diet is fruit it doesn’t hunt at night? I don’t know Dustin tried to explain it to me but I stopped listening.”

(Y/n) eyes move over the small creature from his pointed ears that sat in a nest of what seemed like curls of hair instead of fur all the way down to his little feet. She hums slowly reaching out brushing gentle finger tips against his head. Eddie leaned into the touch a small squeak escaping him. Steve’s eyes were as saucers taking in the exchange. It had taken him about two weeks before he could get past his heebie jeebies and let Eddie get close to him.

“Can I hold him?” (Y/n) asked her eyes meeting Steve’s instead of Eddie’s for the first time in probably ten minutes. Before Steve even gets the change to answer Eddie is flying into (y/n)’s hand. “Dude I told you to be careful in public!” Steve scolds. (Y/n) giggles bringing him closer lightly scratching a place behind his ear. “Aw don’t yell at the poor baby he just needed attention didn’t you sweet boy?” She coos towards Eddie.

Even in bar form being treated like a pet Eddie feels like he could melt. “He doesn’t bother you?” Steve questions his eyes peaking over at the beautiful girl entering the store. (Y/n) shakes her head grinning ear to ear. “Alright well you wanna hang out with him while I go help this customer?” Steve asked. (Y/n) didn’t even bother to look up just nodding her head.

“Cool well his snacks are on the counter and he likes being read to.” Steve explained before scurrying off to go flirt. (Y/n) took a seat in the computer chair resting Eddie back on the counter. “You hungry little guy?” She asks softly. Eddie slightly nods his small tongue poking out briefly. Starting with a chunk of strawberry (y/n) lowered a piece of food to Eddie.

She couldn’t help but watch in adoration as his little fanged teeth sunk into the fruit. Red juice dribbled down his chin collecting at the edges of his mouth. “You’re awfully cute sweet boy.” (Y/n) sighs dreamily. If Eddie had his normal skin he’d be a blushing mess so for right now he was grateful for the fur. She continued to slowly feed him bits of food from the dish.

“I’ve always liked the name Eddie. Actually used to know someone named Eddie.” (Y/n) starts taking despite the fact that she thinks she’s conversing with a normal bat. Eddie’s ears perk up at the mention of his old self, at the fact that she not only remembers him but thinks about him even still. Although he knew not to get his hopes up she probably only thought of him as a murderer now despite that he had been legally cleared by Hopper and his colleagues higher up than Hawkins finest. At least in his supposed death he wasn’t a legally wanted man.

“He was real cool too. My- I mean the other, human Eddie. His name was Eddie Munson we went to school together for a while. He wore a denim vest too except his was always over his sick leather jacket and the Hellfire club shirt.” She continued almost rambling. There was a fondness to her voice paired with a glint in her eyes that made Eddie feel like his heart could crack right in two.

“I hate what they say on the news about him, that’s not who Eddie was. He wasn’t a monster, a killer, he was just different. Eddie Munson was kind and looked out for people who were targeted by others. He was a lot better than anyone in this podunk town ever have him credited for, but I guess people see what they want them to see. Anyways I’m rambling like a crazy person to a bat.” (Y/n) ends her slur of words with an embarrassed chuckle.

Eddie wouldn’t have cared if she had kept talking for hours if it meant he could hear her say his name and speak so kindly. Minus Dustin’s relief to finding out Eddie was alive he hadn’t heard many kind words be used in the same sentence as his name, not since Chrissy. “You’re almost as cute as he was sweet boy.” (Y/n) giggled petting him once again. In that moment Eddie desperately wished she could understand his squeaking. “He thought you were the cutest girl in all of Hawkins.” Is what his little chirps meant.

“Is this what Harrington over there wouldn’t read to you baby?” She cooed reaching over carefully to pick up the book. Eddie fluttered his wings in excitement bouncing up and down on the surface. “Want me to read to you?” She asked. As an answer he flew right up to her shoulder nuzzling down into the fabric of her vest. “Okay okay let’s see where you left off sweet boy.” She giggled finding the page seemingly most recently dog eared.

With Eddie snuggled comfortably into her shoulder she began reading. Eddie could swear with each silly voice and exaggerated reading he felt himself swoon. She put so much passion and care into her reading even if in her head he was just an animal. His eyes get heavy and he tries to force them to stay open wanting to enjoy this for as long as possible. Little do they know Robin has returned and is standing by Steve watching the exchange the pretty girl long gone.

“Are you kidding me he’s a literal mangey furry animal and he’s still getting chicks?”

“Aww is Steve jealous of the wittle bat?”

“No I just mean he’s got her wrapped around his little claw already what the hell.”

“Looks like our new girl is gonna be the Eddie whisperer.”

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson/you #bat eddie munson #bat!eddie #kas eddie munson

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s0urw00lf · 2 years

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protectors : pack mentality

... I know its been a while, I'm sorry. BUT, here's an update for protectors since I miss Derek so much

Y/n was pissed at Scott and Stiles. Derek was now in jail for the murder of Laura Hale and Y/n was making her way up to the police station to give the officers a piece of her mind.

She parked her car, grabbed her bag and walked into the station. She was met with a deputy at the front desk. "Hello how may I help you?" she asked in a monetone voice. "I want to speak with the sheriff" Y/n said, looking up when she saw the sheriff enter the room. "Just the person i wanted to talk to." She said putting on a forced smile. Stillinski sent a worried glance to the deputy at the front desk, she just shrugged back. He looked at her with his mouth slightly open and gestured his head towards his office. Y/n followed him into the room and he closed the door behind me. “Let him out” She demanded looking the man in his eyes. His faced morphed into confusion “I’m sorry, let who out? And who are you may I ask” “Y/n L/n and Derek. Derek hale, let him out” She replied leaning on his desk. When he heard her a name he let out a gasp “did you say l/n?” He asked walking closer. “Um yes?”. The man just smiled and pulled her into a tight hug. “God how didn’t I realize sooner?” She stood dumbfounded. “Umm excuse me, but why are you hugging me?” She asked shrugging him off. He looked slightly hurt “you don’t know who I am?” He asked. She raised an eyebrow “am I supposed to? I mean other than the fact that your the sheriff” she asked.

“Y/n, Im your uncle. Well not biologically but I was close friends with your dad.. he made me your god father” he said. My face instantly dropped. “What? Your joking” she said slightly laughing. “Y/n I’m not. You used to babysit stiles for Claudia every weekend.” He said. “Why can’t I remember?” I said to myself. Shaking my head I brushed it off to focus on later. “Look Derek, please let him out. He’s innocent. The girl you found at his house is his sister, he buried her to say goodbye and pay his respects.” She said. The sheriff tilted his head a little and sighed “as much as I’d like to help you we have to wait for the lab results to see if we can find any DNA”. Y/n sighed, tired of beacon hills already. “Well can I at least see him?” She asked. The man looked at her contemplating on weather he should let the girl see him. He nodded his head and turned walking towards the door. “Follow me” he said. She smiled excited to see Derek as she hadn’t seen him since hours before he was arrested. Stilinski led her to the cell Derek was being held in.

When Derek saw her he instantly stood up and walked towards the bars separating the two. “Derek” she called reaching the bars. “Y/n god I missed you” he sighed. “Derek you saw me literally last night.” She said smiling looking up at the tall man. “Still too long” he said smiling back. “I’m sorry about Scott and stiles. They said they’re waiting for DNA results from the lab.” She said. “Y/n why would you have to be sor-“ he was cut off when we heard sheriffs phone ring. He looked at the two of us and excused himself. Instead of continuing our conversation we listened in on the phone call. “Hello” he answered “sheriff, we got the results back” the person on the other line said. “ well what are they?” “It was an animal. Wolf hairs to be exact.” “Wolf hairs? We don’t have wolves in California” “well thets what they are.” “Okay, thank you bye” “bye sheriff”. He ended the calm and walked back in the room, “well Mr. Hale, you are a free man.” He said walking over to the cell and unlocking it. Derek and I glanced at each other as the man opened the cell. Derek stepped out instantly pulling me into a tight hug and I hugged back with just as much strength. “Uh whenever your ready to leave” she sheriff said walking away. Before he could exit the room fully y/n called out to him “hey!” He turned around “I’d like to finish that conversation later. If that’s okay with you?” She asked. “Yeah of course, any time” he said and nodded his head as in saying goodbye and left.

Derek looked down at her with his hands now around my waist “conversation?” He asked. She looked back up at him “it’s a long story, tell you later” I said and he nodded leaning down to peck her lips. She smiled and said “I love you. What do you say we get out of here hmm?”. Derek smiled that beautiful smile and nodded “let’s go home”. “I still don’t consider the remains of the hale house a home” she joked. He put his hand in his chest and mocked offense “ I’m hurt y/n/n” . I laughed and grabbed his hands leading him out of the station and to my car.

Y/n walked into beacon hills high school the next day ready to go to class. Well, mostly to watch Scott and stiles but also to go to class. She missed the more simple days when all she had to worry about were her grades and if hunters were in town. But they didn’t matter now. She had to watch Scott and stiles. She was lead to chemistry class by the principal. When she walked in the principal introduced her and she immediately made eye contact with Scott and stiles who were now moving seats. She smiled and waved. Specifically at them. “Miss l/n you can take a seat beside Mister Stilinski. But he warned he can be outrageously annoying.” Mr. Harris said. By the way he talked about stiles she could tell she wouldn’t like him, but she plasters a smile on her face and said “oh don’t worry, I’m sure I can manage.” As she walked towards the empty seat next to stiles. “What the hell are you doing here?” Stiles immediately whisper yelled. “I’m here to make sure you and your idiot best friend don’t make anymore idiot decisions. Don’t worry I’m not gonna hurt you” she whispered frowning slightly at the last sentence. Stiles saw her frown and sighed “look I’m sorry, okay? It’s not you I don’t trust it’s your boyfriend.” He whispered back. “You have no reason not to trust him. He’s a great guy and he’s been through hell and back”. Y/n sighed and looked up seeing Scott looking at her. She smiled knowing he heard her, he smiled back and turned back towards the board.

It was quiet with everyone writing in their workbooks. A girl next to Scott stood up “Hey I think they found something” causing everyone including me to get up and walk towards the windows. Y/n sighed when she saw a man being wheeled to the ambulance unconscious. She heard Scott say “that last not a rabbit” to stiles. The unconscious man shot up yelling making the whole class jump in fear. She walked over to the two standing beside stiles “what the hell happened?” She asked them. They looked at her then the man then to each other. “I did that” Scott said backing up away from the rest of the class. Stiles ruching after him said “okay this is good, this is good, he got up, he’s not dead. Dead guys can’t do that” Scott looked at y/n and stiles “stiles I did that.”. Yn shook her head furiously saying “one of you pleas explain what the hell that was”

The trio now at lunch, and y/n caught up on everything that’s happening. They sat down at the lunch table Y/n beside stiles and Scott across from stiles. “What makes you so sure that Derek even had all of the answers?” Stiles asked setting his backpack on the ground. “Because, during the fool moon he wasn’t changed, he was in total control.” Scott replied. “Besides Why can’t y/n help you?” Stiles asked. “I can’t help because I’m not the same kind of werewolf. I turn into an actual wolf. The full moon affects me different. But I have something to keep me grounded.” The boys looked at her expectantly basically asking what it was. She rolled her eyes “Derek” she sighed. Stiles cringed while picking at the food on his lunch tray. Scott shook his head waving it off “Doesn’t matter look, I ran around at night attacking some totally innocent guy” he said. “You don’t know that” “I don’t not know it”. “Look the point is, I can’t go out with Allison, I have to cancel.”

Y/n heard this and perked her head up. “ no your not canceling okay?” She said. Stiles nodded agreeing with her “yeah you can’t cancel your entire life okay? We’ll figure it out” he said as a strawberry blonde girl came and sat in front of me butting in the conversation “figure what out?” She said as she sat down. “Just uh homework” Scott said saving their ass. She looked at the two skeptically. Stiles between Scott and i and asked “why is she sitting with us?” “I don’t know” “I don’t even know who she is” we said at the usion as her whole clique sat down around us. Y/n and stiles just sat and observed the conversations that were now happening as she wasn’t interested in Unnecessarily befriending a whole bunch of teenagers. They began talking about the bus driver attack, who turned out to be alive. I-I know this guy” scot stated. “Really” I asked. “Yeah I used to take the bus when I lived with my dad, he was the driver” he said. The strawberry blonde in front of me sighed and said “can we talk about something a little more fun please? Like, oh where we’re going tomorrow night”. Scott looked up at her along with Allison. “You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night right?” At that point yn felt her phone buzz in her back pocket. She took it out and saw a message from Derek. She looked around quickly making sure she had her privacy from the nosey teenagers and opened the message.

Der ❤️: I miss you

Y/n: I miss you too

Der ❤️: what class are you in now?

Y/n: I’m at lunch surrounded by stuck up teenagers

Der ❤️: aww wish you were here with me?

Y/n: actually there’s no place I’d rather be

Der ❤️: we’ll only a few more hours

Yn: we’ll it seems like you missed me more. You texted first

Der ❤️: goodbye Y/n My Love

Y/n: Goodbye Derek My Big Bad Wolf

When yn tuned back into the conversation she heard Scott say “in fact, I’m a great bowler” she could tell by the look on stiles face that Scott was in fact- not a great bowler.

————-Time skip: hallway—————

Scott and stiles are now speed walking in front of yn on their way to their next class. “Your a terrible bowler” stiles expresses flailing his hands frantically making Scott groan in agreement. “I know I’m such an idiot” Scott said. Yn just laughed in amusement. “God, it was like watching a car wreck.“ stiles said sighing. “I mean, first, it turned into the whole group-date thing, and the out of nowhere comes that phrase”. Y/n rolled her eyes “you two really are idiots, it’s not that bad” she said.

“Yeah well it is for Scott, his newfound warewolfitude he shouldn’t be “hanging out” with hot girls. You don’t do that” he said hitting Scott’s shoulder. “God you might as well be her bay best friend, you know you and Danny could start hanging out”. Scott groaned again “how is this happening? I either killed a guy or didn’t.”. Stiles mentioning Danny’s name caused him to go off topic “I don’t think Danny likes me very much”

“I ask Allison on a date, and now we're "hanging out..."”

“ am I not attractive to gay guys?”

“I make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me, and now” Scott said checking his watch “I’m gonna be late to work” he said walking off. “Wait- you didn’t answer my question. Am I attractive to gay guy-” stiles sighed “you didn’t answer my question.” He gives up feeling defeated. Y/n walks up to him and pats his shoulder. “Stiles I’m sure your very attractive to gay guys” she said before walking off on her way home to Derek.

ANNND done with the first part… Ik it’s been a while… I’m sorry… BUT I do have a lot more coming soon

@bellabadacadabra

#teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #derek hale x reader #stiles stilinski #derek hale #scott mccall #stiles stilinski x reader #x reader #tyler hoechlin #derek

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seancekitsch · 2 years

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Pleaaaase do “You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are.” With hughie please please!!

help i love him

It was everything you did.

The way you sharpened your knife, your deft fingers running down the length of the blade before scraping it again against the strip. You were meticulous about it, taking care, being gentle or hard based on what the blade needed, the way you would hold it up to the light or gently press it against your finger tips to test it.

Hughie had to hold his breath when you playfully licked the side of the blade before tucking it back in its sheath.

Its the way you fix your hair; your fingers pushing it off of your face dewey with sweat and stress as you sit at the desk in the corner of the boys floor of the flatiron building. You were deep in concentration, in your own world as you dug through Vought’s social media accounts from several burner accounts.

Hughie has to adjust the way he sits when you sigh deeply, your lips parted and your eyes closed serenely.

Its the way you laugh a little too loudly when you and Annie are joking about gossip that went around in Vought tower. Your smile is infectious and you practically fall onto her as you both laugh about the crush someone in accounting had on Ashley. Your happiness sounds like it could fill the room like the air itself.

Even things Hughie cannot misconstrue as sexual have his chest and his pants tightening.

Its the way you can hold your own in anything. You’re challenging him to a drinking game, one thats honestly kind of fucked up, but tame for this group. You’re pointing out random people in this dive bar for each other and trying to guess what their most fucked up porn history is. If the other person laughs, they have to drink.

“That one,” he points, as subtle as possible, to a man who’s currently bent at an awkward angle over a pretty girl sitting in one of the bar stools, more talking at her than he is to her.

“Hmmm,” you pause, your tongue darting out in concentration and gently tracing the lip of the cold beer bottle in your hand. Your eyebrows furrow in concentration, like you’re trying to read the man’s mind.

You lean in really close across the little formica table, and Hughie tries his hardest not to look down your shirt.

“I think… Christian… marriage counseling… cuck fantasy… crying…. definitely on one of those taboo sites,” you whisper, taking time to really let your words sink in.

His shoulders jerk as he tries to hide a laugh, but you catch it quickly.

“Ah! There you are, finish!” you command, and he’s downing the rest of his Lagunitas, almost white knuckling the bottle as he tilts it back.

If only he didn’t miss the way your eyes rake up and down his form, watching the way his throat swallows around the IPA.

“Alright,” he sighs, placing the bottle down, “Last round, my turn, and then I get you back home, okay?”

“Okay,” you respond, and he can’t read your tone. Somethings shifted, he can tell that much. You sit back against the wooden booth, bringing your foot up to rest on it as well as he scopes out the place. He lands on a woman, dancing off beat to the Lady Gaga song playing.

“Kink dungeon, but with like, a ton of farting,” he says, honestly out of ideas but hoping the shock of his words draws a weak laugh from your lips. Instead you roll your eyes and lean forward again, this time Hughie is a little less careful with avoiding his gaze.

“Actual last round, MY turn,” you assert, eyes scanning the bar again.

Before settling on him. You reach out, pointing at him, before your index finger lands on his hand still on his beer. It’s just your fingertip, but it might as well be a live wire the way it sent a jolt through his entire being.

“You,” she begins, a dangerous smile on your lips, “my Instagram.”

Hughie short circuits because…. you’re half right. He doesn’t look it up, but he sure does know which pictures are his favorites.

“I, um — sorry, what?” he stumbles around his words, trying to laugh it off as if that wasn’t the biggest read of the century, “I don’t know what…”

“You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are, Hughie,” you deadpan, and then you take a sip of your beer. You don’t finish it though, no. You lick a drop from the lip of the bottle again and you’re passing it to him to finish off.

“I invited you here because I was ninety percent sure how I wanted this to play out, but now I just know, y’know?”

“N-no, I don’t know, do you care to enlighten me?” Hughie grabs your bottle and downs the rest of it, anything to distract him from the intensity of your gaze or the way your finger is still resting on his hand.

“I want you to take me home, and then I want to buy you breakfast in the morning,” you say it like it’s the simplest thing in the world, but every word holds so much weight. You want him to take you home and… whatever he dreams about comes true. And you want to buy him breakfast.

“Wait— not that…” he freezes for a moment, then gets the courage to grab your hand that’s touching him, “Not that I don’t love that idea, but shouldn’t I be the one buying you a meal first?”

You laugh, and squeeze his hand, winking at him.

“I put all these drinks under your name. We’re square.”

You’re gonna be the death of him.

You really are gonna be the death of him, Hughie thinks, as you sigh at his touch, not unlike how you did at your desk earlier that day. He has you pressed against your couch, his shoes even barely off before you pulled him down on top of you. Sweet fucking friction as your thighs slot perfectly with his and your hips grind against each other. He has one hand so softly cradling your head against the plush arm rest, and the other hand is snaking it’s way up your shirt leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Hughie,” you moan between kisses, fingers tangling themselves in his curls.

“Should’ve done this a long time ago,” he muses, dipping his head to kiss your neck and punctuating the move with another roll of his hips.

“Need you,” your voice is breathy and exactly what he imagined.

“You have me.”

His voice rumbles against your neck, making you pull him impossibly closer to you, rolling your hips again against his.

Fuck, he has too many clothes on. You get to work peeling his flannel off his shoulders, and he helps you without flinching letting it come off his body.

He pulls his shirt off himself next, and you take your eyes up and down his torso.

You’ve seen him naked before, but this is different, this is all for you. He’s so handsome, so warm and familiar. The lean muscles of his biceps ripple as he moves back down against you, pushing up your shirt as far as he can and kissing any inch of skin he can reach. His lips move down, and you’re arching into him as your hips try to grind anywhere they can. He chuckles against your skin and continues kissing, only stopping at the hem of your jeans.

“Can I guess that yours is my instagram, too?” he asks, recalling the game for the final time tonight.

You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face only grows.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Campbell,” you laugh, hooking one of your legs around him to keep him against you.

“Can’t say no to that,” Hughie concurs, before diving back in to get you out of those pants.

#hughie campbell x reader #hughie campbell imagine

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Three Sheets to the Wind

Summary: A huge victory in the courtroom leads to a celebration and a very drunk Andrew Barber. Andy Barber x Black Reader

*Warnings: Fluff, Alcohol Consumption, Drunken/Committed/Adorable Andy, A Skanky Bar Bitch, Cursing, Smut (implied), Exasperated Reader, Minors DNI

A/N: I hope you enjoy this side of Andy. Please let me know what you think! Part of my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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“Your ride is on their way, boss man.” Max says as he claps a hand on his colleague’s shoulder.

Andy sways slightly in his seat as he patiently sips on what he told himself would be his last glass of bourbon for the evening. But he was in such a good fucking mood that he was probably going to have one more.

Instead of responding, he just raises his beverage in a hearty salute. Both men clink their glasses and go back to celebrating.

The case they’d won had been a difficult one. We’re talking late hours, mountains of paperwork, numerous witness interviews and testimonies. He and his team had spent so many days, evenings, and weekends away from their families and loved ones. He, himself, had barely seen his girl in what felt like ages.

It was hard walking through the door at night, many times well after 1:00am, only to find her curled up on the couch after she had fallen asleep while trying to wait up for him. Or, worse yet, the times when he wandered into his bedroom to see her snuggling with his pillow.

Pretending it was him.

His sweet Y/N had reassured him time and time again that she was okay. That she understood.

“I know what I signed up for Andy. I understand that this is your life sometimes. Now tell me what you want for dinner and I’ll bring it to you tonight, okay?” She’d said to him - more than once.

Sometimes she showed up with takeout. Other times she brought him a home cooked meal. And if she knew that Robert, Max, or Ahmed was there with him, she made sure to bring enough for them too.

God, how he fucking loved her.

But it was finally over. At least until the next case file landed on his desk. Tossing back the remainder of his drink, he signals the bartender for another bourbon whiskey.

He was going to take some time off and spend every minute of it loving on his girl.

Just as another glass is set in front of him, he feels a hand on his bicep.

“Well, hi there, handsome.” A perky little redhead leans over to whisper in his ear. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you sitting here all alone for another minute. Thought you might need some company.” She giggles and squeezes his arm.

“No, nooo - not alone.” Andy slurs just a little. “Here with my team!” He turns around and raises his glass, prompting scattered cheers to erupt throughout the bar.

“Oh!” She offers him a sweet smile. “Well, my mistake. I’m Amber, by the way. What are you and your team, uh, celebrating?”

“Victory.” He hisses as the smooth liquid burns as it goes down his throat. “A fuckin’ hard won victory. In court.”

“Congratulations, big man!” Amber coos.

Frowning, Andy pulls away, as if he finally realizes that the strange woman was touching him. “No, no, no. Don’t call me that.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t get to call me Big Man. Only my lady gets to call me that!” He huffs, looking annoyed. “I’m her Big Man and no one else's.”

“Oh, okay, um, sorry…but can you blame a girl for being taken in by all these muscles and that chiseled jaw? I bet you’re positively ripped underneath all this.” She gestures towards his white dress shirt. “You’re just so handsome, sugar.” Amber goes to stroke his beard before seemingly thinking better of it.

“Tell me your name.” She purrs.

“I have a girl.” He replies.

“Okay, so? Tell me your name.” She persists.

“Hey Andrew, we’re going to order another round of shots. You game?” His friend and colleague, Ahmed calls out.

“Challenge accepted, pal!”

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Andrew. So, now that we’re no longer strangers, how about we have another drink and then get out of here?” Amber flips her long hair over her shoulder and bats her sparkling green eyes at him. “I wanna take you back to my place for a real victory celebration.”

“Can’t. Won’t. Don’t wanna.” He grunts. “I belong to the most gorgeous creature on this entire fucking planet and she - oh, hey, Ahmed? Bring over the shots already, my guy!” He calls over his shoulder.

“So what? It’s not like she’s here. In fact, she never has to know.”

“No. My dick only gets hard for one woman. And it ain’t you.” Andy sways again before taking another pull of his drink. His Y/N didn’t like whiskey all that much, but he was working on that. He was going to convert her one of these days.

“Aww, sweetie.” The redhead pouts. “You haven’t even given me a chance.” Her hand goes to slip between his legs. “Something tells me you’re big all over.” But just before she can make contact, Andy blocks her.

“No touching.” He growls softly. “No fucking touching what belongs to my fucking girl, Amy!”

“It’s Amber, baby.”

Finally, Ahmed and a couple others join him at the bar, shots in hand. “We, uh, got one for your friend, too.” He says with an innocent grin. “Didn’t want to be rude, ya know.” He slides one to Andy and then to Amber.

“A toast! To the Bad Boys of Boston!”

“Hell yeah!”

“I’ll drink to that shit!”

“Whoop! Whoop!”

Everyone tosses it back. Andy sucks in a harsh breath as it goes down. Fuck, he was pretty sure that he’d just ingested actual diesel fuel. He receives several more pats on the back as the others wander off to some other corner of the bar.

“You ready to leave now, baby?” The woman next to him lightly strokes his chin.

“Huh?” He begins looking around excitedly. “Is Y/N here already? Do yah see her? Where is she?” His Boston accent grows thicker by the second as the whiskey begins to take hold.

“Um, I don’t know. Not really sure what she looks like.” Amber shrugs, clearly indicating that she really didn’t give a shit. “I was talking about you going home with me. I’ll even make you breakfast in the morning if you -” The woman sighs when she realizes that he’s still not paying attention to her. “Andrew, I really don’t think she’s here.”

“Well, lemme know if - if yah see her. If yah see my girl, I mean. You’ll know it’s her cuz’ she’s beautiful, okay? An - and my Y/N, she’s got the most magnificent curls. It’s like, um, like - like this ethereal mane that just frames her whole face. I’m talkin’ thick and glossy and gorgeous.”

“Uh huh.”

“And yah know what? She let’s me run my fingers through ‘em whenever I want.” He tells her as a boyish grin stretches across his full lips.

“Is that so.” Amber grumbles impatiently. “How about you finish telling me all about her on the drive back to -”

“Oh, gawd, and Amber - her smile. Her fuckin’ smile is like pure sunshine.” He presses one large over his heart. “And her skin, it’s so soft and smooth. I could spend hours kissing all over her sweet little body. Aaaand sometimes, I dooo.”

“Great.”

“Yah know, I think my girl is like, the second coming of a fucking goddess or some shit.” Andy leans over and whispers. “She shouldn’t exist. But she does. And she’s with me, and I ain’t given’ her up for nuthin’!”

“Wow.”

“Wanna know another secret, Amber?” He whispers again, leaning even closer to the visibly annoyed woman.

“Not really. In fact, I think I should probably go, so -”

Andy fishes a little black box out of his pants pocket. He opens it, revealing a stunning pink princess-cut diamond ring, flanked on each side by a series of smaller diamonds, set on a platinum band.

“I’m gonna give her my last name.” He lets out a soft chuckle. “I’m gonna make her my wife.”

“Oh, good for you.” She mutters with a roll of her eyes.

“I know, right?” I mean it’s only been like five months, so I can’t ask her yet. Don’t wanna scare her off. But I’m gonna. And when I do, my girl is gonna say yes. I’ma make fuckin’ sure of it!” Looking around, he hurriedly shoves the little treasure back into his pocket. “Sorry. I’ve had this thing for like a whole month, but this was the first time I’ve ever showed it to someone.”

“Oh, how sweet.” Amber mumbles. “I think you just gave me a fucking cavity.”

Just then, Andy feels two warm arms slip around him from behind.

“Hello, Big Man.” You whisper into his ear, before pressing a kiss against the column of his throat. “Congratulations on your victory. Now, how about we get you home, hm?”

“Absolutely, baby girl. Take me home. Home with you.” Your boyfriend leans back, rather unsteadily you might add, and boops your nose.

And then you notice the redhead at his side. “Oh, sorry. Who’s your friend, Andy Bear?”

“She’s no one. Nooo one.” He slurs. “Only woman who matters is you, Y/N.”

Giving you a pained smile, the woman stands up. “He’s right. I’m no one. In fact, he’s spent our entire conversation talking about you. You’re a lucky woman.” With that, she turns and stomps away.

“I’m the lucky one!” Andy yells, almost falling out of his chair. “This guy right here!” He points at himself. “Me!”

“Okay, okay. How about we’re both lucky? Now, wrap your arm around me. There we go. Now we’re gonna head out to the car.”

“Wait!” He grunts.

“For what, baby?” You respond, confused.

“How about a quickie in the bathroom before we go?” He purrs as his hand goes to palm your ass.

“Uh, you’re drunk, Andy, so I’m gonna have to pass. Also, a public bathroom at a bar? Really? Do you want Chlamydia?”

“My bad, sweet girl. But this guy has a mind of his own sometimes.” He grabs your hand and presses it against his straining erection. “How about the backseat of the car?”

“Jesus Christ, Andrew! Seriously?” You grunt as you try to maneuver him towards the exit.

Apparently, even whiskey dick was no match for your man.

You struggle to hold your man upright when he shrugs his broad shoulders.

“Alright, baby girl. At least give Daddy your panties to hold on to for the ride home.”

“Keep your voice down, Andrew Barber!” You hiss, looking around to make sure the two of you hadn’t been overheard.

“Only if you promise me the panties.”

Fuck, your man was stubborn.

“Fine, damn it!”

END

#chris evans #andy barber #chris evans black!reader #andy barber black!reader #chris evans woc!reader #andy barber woc!reader #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #chris evans fanfic #andy barber fanfic #Cevansbrat0007 fic #cevansbrat0007growing pains series

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englishmensbitch16 · 2 years

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The freaks (1/?)

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: Eddie Munson was known as the town freak after being framed for murder all he could do was run, what happens when he meets y/n Buckley a girl who might just be the Sharon to his Ozzy, will he keep running? Will he fight along side her? Or will he lose everything he gained from knowing her?

Warnings⚠️: language, talks of self consciousness, talks of anxiety and panic attacks, there will be smut in later chapters, sexual tension, talk of trauma, y/n is adopted by the Buckley’s so you can imagine them however you please. I did write the y/n has a nose piercing and 2 tattoos one on her right wrist and one on her left forearm you can totally skip over it tho it will only be mentioned like twice

Life for Eddie has always been hard, he’s the school freak, dungeon master of the hellfire club also known as a cult, drug dealer, trailer trash and the list goes on. 1986 was supposed to his fucking year but now instead of focusing on graduating after failing 2 times already he’s been a little… distracted, you know running from the basketball team after being framed for the murder of the high school princess can take up most of your time.

Robin, Steve, Dustin, Max and Nancy were all at the boathouse after a big ass search party for Eddie. They finally found him when he jumped outta fucking nowhere and he put a bottle to Steve’s neck… kinda badass for a guy who always runs.

After calming him down and the group explained they were on his side, and explained everything else, Eddie’s heart began to slow as Dustin spoke again.

“Eddie come on man you can’t just stay in this boat house, their gonna come here at some point” Dustin was trying to keep Eddie calm but needed him to understand this place is not safe.

“Well we’re the fuck am I supposed to go Henderson!?” Eddie was freaking out after everything the group had explained to him about the past 4 years.

After a few moments of silence, cuz let’s be honest no one knew where they could hide a 6 foot longer haired metal head who jingles every time he walked.

Robin was the only one with an idea. “ ugh we’ll my parents are away for spring break and my house is far enough away from the trailer park so you can go unseen by the cops and I doubt the basketball team will turn up at my house on their little hunt”

“ is that smart though you’ll have a fugitive in your house dude” Steve spoke up earning a glare from Dustin.

“ it’s fine wouldn’t be the first time someone with a record stayed in my house” Robin added which got a few curious glances from everyone else.

“ um what” Max asked

“ No we don’t have time for a Q&A right now, Robin is the only one who came up with something so we’re going with her plan” Dustin was already standing in front of Eddie waiting for everyone else to get up.

“ okay but how are we gonna get him to Robins?” Nancy always had the logical questions.

No one had thought that far ahead.

“Robin do you have a attached garage?” Apparently Max was the only one who had a plan.

“I.. do? Why?” Robin now curious what Max was getting at.

“ well Munson looks like your getting in the trunk” Max turned to Eddie who’s bug eyes were 2 times bigger and a questioning face. “Well put Eddie in the trunk of Steve’s car and Steve can pull into Robins garage once the door is closed and the car is away from prying eyes we’ll let him out and boom he’s in a safe place”

“That might actually work, and since no one else has an idea of what to do that’s the plan we’ll go with” Dustin had a shit eating grin on his face almost laughing to himself about the idea of Eddie Munson cramped in a small trunk.

Everyone was staring at Eddie with expecting faces waiting for his opinion on this plan, all Eddie could here was his heartbeat in his ears and the thoughts running through his head. What happens if they get caught? What happens if Robins parents come home early? What if the basketball guys did show up at the house? What if he can’t fit in the trunk? Mind going, everyone looking at him waiting for an answer.

“ ughh…. I uh If it’s… um the only plan we have I guess it’s what’s gotta be done” Eddie stammered out, eyes bouncing from everyone face.

“Perfect! Let’s go then” Dustin broke whatever awkward situation had just happened grabbing the food Eddie had with him and threw it in his back pack opening the door to the boat house checking for and people. “ alright coast is clear let’s move” no one moved “NOW!”

Steve was the first out the door, then Nancy, then Robin followed by Max and finally Eddie. He peaked his head out the door just to be sure no one could see him, put his head down and made a beeline to Steve’s car Dustin trailing behind him.

“ alright Munson in ya get” Steve was holding the trunk of his car open waiting for Eddie to crawl in.

Eddie looked at Dustin with a face that read (seriously?) and Dustin gave him a look that said (seriously.) with that Eddie crawled in the trunk just barely fitting his whole body inside. Steve slammed the trunk closed and with that everything went dark for Eddie Munson.

For the feel of it they drove for about 15 minutes after many harsh turns and bumping his head (which Steve was doing on purpose) he heard a garage door open and felt the car move forward slowly then the garage door close. Finally there was light again with Dustin Henderson standing there with a big dumb smile on his face

“It work no one saw us and now your safe” was Dustin always this loud or was it just the fact that Eddie was locked in a soundless lightless trunk for almost 20 minutes

Eddie could hear something coming from inside the house it sounded like music… not just any music but the same music he listen to it sounded like Creeping death by Metallica. What the fuck was he loosing air in that trunk that he was hearing shit?

“Alright so you can crash on my couch” Robin spoke up once Eddie was out of the trunk turning to him. “ you can eat whatever in the fridge and cupboards just for the love of god do NOT touch the cokes, y/n will kill you AND me if you touch them!”

Y/n? who the fuck was y/n?

“ um who’s y/n?” Eddies curiosity got the best of him.

“ oh shit I forgot to tell you Um… y/n’s my sister she’s still home during the break but she won’t bother you hell she’s barely home and when she is she’s in her room” Robin just so happened to forget to mention her sister will be home.

“ your sisters home!? Bu..but I’m I fugitive what If she calls the cops or freaks out or something!?” Eddie was freaking out now pacing back and forth in the garage. The music was definitely not just in his head anymore.

“Ok dude chill, she definitely won’t call the cops she hates cops, and you don’t have to worry about all that other stuff she knows about everything we went through cuz well she helped us last time. Once I explain everything to her she’ll be totally chill about it and like I said you’ll probably barley see her” Robin was right you hated cops especially since one busted you for selling weed to a 9th grade 2 years ago and you got a record, you also did know about the upside down and El and the mind flare you knew everything.

“Yeah Eddie it’s okay y/n knows everything, she’s really chill and cool you’ll be fine here” Dustin was still trying to keep Eddie calm.

Robin nodded her head and everyone headed into Robins house single file. The music got louder and louder as they walked through the house. The stopped one the reached the living room and Robin headed into the kitchen which was were the music was coming from, the volume was turned down and everyone could hear the conversation between the Buckley siblings.

Robin walked in and noticed you making food then instantly starting rambling

“Y/n I need you to listen to me, something has happened I don’t know all the details yet but I’m pretty sure it has something to do with the upside down and you know how Eddie Munson is a suspect in Chrissy’s murder well it’s all connected and we need to keep him away from the cops hehe cops right I know you hate cops but um well we needed to find him a safe place and since mom and dad are gone I said well oh I have a safe place so that led to us throwing Eddie Munson into Steve’s trunk and driving him here so this can be his safe place and I know your not home a lot anyways so Um yeah Eddie’s gonna stay here for a bit while we figure out what’s going on”

You just stared at you sister processing everything Robin just blurted at you.

You finally spoke up. “ okay whatever just make sure he doesn’t touch my coke or I’ll gauge his eyes out in his sleep” you turned back to making your food and turning your music back up.

“ um are you gonna come say hi?” Robin asked you once she realized you really didn’t care that much.

“ eh i don’t know” you were still focused on your food.

“Dustin and Max are here.” With that you quickly stoped what you were doing and turned around fully to face your sister, Dustin and Max are your favourite kids from the group well then and Will but you spent a lot of time with Dustin and Max, you taught Dustin some cool techniques for DnD and you always took Max with you to the record store.

“Well why the fuck didn’t you start with that” you walked past your sister practically running into the living room tackling Dustin and Max into a hug. “ ahhh my children are here it’s been so long”

“Y/n you literally saw me yesterday” Dustin was struggling to breath with how tight you were hugging them. Max just laughed.

When you broke away from the hug Eddie’s eyes were glued to you, he’s seen you once or twice at school before but you graduated last year, you were wearing a old Metallica tee shirt and shorts your hair was messy and he noticed you didn’t look like Robin at all, you were beautiful and different than all the other girls that live in Hawkins. You had a nose piercing and it really suited your face, he also noticed your ink a small tattoo on ur right wrist and a large piece on your left forearm.

After saying hello to Nancy and Steve you body slowly turned to Eddie “ Hey, I’m y/n” you stuck your hand out to Eddie, he took your smaller hand into his larger one and shook it.

“Hi um I I’m uh” Eddie was nervous. Why was he nervous??

“Eddie Munson. I know” you gave him a small smile and released his hand.

“Right yeah I mean everyone knows who the town freak is” he scratched the back of his neck.

“Nah that’s not it, I mean I just know cuz I used to see your band play at the bar”

Eddie was stunned, you? You’ve seen his band play? You went to the shittiest bar around and seen him play?

“And beside if anyone’s a freak in this town it’s probably me” you mouth curved into a teasing smirk and Eddie thought his heart was beating out of his chest hearing you say those words

Maybe this actually was his safe house.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #robin buckley #eddie munson fic

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lyrelyretheresmeninthathorse · 3 years

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Crossed Wires

Summary: Reader is an IT tech and Spencer is a technophobe. Their paths are fated to cross.

A/N: This is a prequel to Bridge the Gap, linked below, but can be read as a stand alone! Please let me know what you think!

Bridge the Gap

Masterlist I Requests

The shrill and sudden ringing of the phone made you jump, so much so that you bashed your head on the desk you were currently crouched beneath. Abandoning the plug you had been attempting to find a spare outlet for, you clambered back to your feet and grabbed the receiver. “Hello?”

A tinny, nasal voice that you recognised but couldn’t quite place answered you brusquely; “one of the professors needs your help.”

“Really?” You asked, eyebrows raised as though she could see them. “It’s the first day of the semester.”

The woman sighed, “I know,” her voice dropped in volume as she spoke next and you had the distinct impression that she leaned closer to the phone as she spoke, “it’s a wonder they manage to get their pants on in the morning without help.”

You didn’t bother stifling the chortle of laughter that escaped you at that. Your closet of an office had space only for you, No would-be eavesdropper would bother to squeeze into the space just to hear you laughing at the alumni. Recovering yourself, you asked; “so-uh - what’s the problem?”

“Oh, I don’t know something about his printer I think.” There was a pause, and then; “it’s a new guy, Professor Reid? In…” you could hear fingers flying over a keyboard, “he’s in office 12C… the Criminal Science building.”

Eyebrows furrowing, attempting to mentally conjure a map of the campus, you nodded pointlessly. “Okay, I’ll head over now.”

“I’ll let him know to expect you,” she told you, before leaving you with a sarcastic “have fun.”

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Your internal map of the campus was a little less accurate than you would have hoped. In an embarrassing turn of events you were forced to awkwardly stop a student and ask for directions.

Ten minutes later than you would have liked, you found the office that you were looking for. For the sake of politeness, and because some of the older professors could be particularly pedantic about it, you lightly rapped your knuckles against the door before entering. “Um - hello?” You asked, awkwardly poking your head into the room.

A man, much younger than you had expected, turned sharply to face you. “Hi?” You blinked at him for a moment too long. In all honesty your brain had completely stalled. He was just… not what you were expecting at all; attractive, young, attractive, tall, attractive. You almost recovered yourself enough to talk but he soon shot a warm smile at you and your brain turned back to mush. “Can I help you?” He eventually prompted.

“Oh erm,” pulling yourself together, finally, you smoothed a hand over your clothes and answered with as much charm as you could muster; “I think I’m here to help you, actually.” The words came out a little more suggestive than you had intended but you enjoyed the immediate effect they seemed to produce.

His eyebrows raised, mouth fallen open as a nervous squeak escaped him, and you caught his eyes sweeping over your figure. “Oh?” Was all he managed to eke out before swallowing thickly.

“Your printer?” You offered.

“Oh! Oh, yes.” He straightened out his jacket as he nodded a little over-eagerly at you. “you- you’re here to help with the printer?”

Stepping a little further into the room, the door clicking softly shut behind you, you nodded. Normally, you would be a little more reserved with the professors. Waiting instead for them to invite you in, but Professor Reid’s awkward stuttering somehow put you at ease. “Yeah, that’s kinda my job.” You smiled plainly at him, and he returned the gesture in kind.

Pointing at you, he confirmed, “you’re the IT tech?”

“That’s me,” you affirmed, holding a hand out to him as you told him your name.

Placing his palms out before himself, he leaned back and away from your offered palm. “Oh, I don’t really shake hands.” His lips twisted almost apologetically, as he clasped his hands in front of himself. “It’s actually more hygienic to kiss.” Immediately his face flushed as he caught the innuendo too late and he rushed out a babbling explanation, “not that I- I didn’t mean-“

Feeling generous, you saved him with a wave of your hand. “It’s okay, I know what you meant.”

Sheepish, he nodded. From the twist of his lips you gathered that he was still internally chastising himself, but he eventually managed to introduce himself more appropriately. “I’m Dr Spencer Reid.”

For his sake, you breezed past this deliciously awkward introduction with a tone filled with professionalism. “Well, it’s nice to meet you.” Raising a brow, you looked to the computer tucked away, almost forgotten, in the corner. “What’s the problem?”

Eyes following yours and landing on the offending laptop, he gestured for you to move over to it. Following behind you, he explained. “I was trying to print out the handbook but… it’s not working.”

Leaning over his computer, you nodded with a crumpled brow. “That’s like a hundred pages, Dr Reid.” You looked back to him but he didn’t seem to get your point. “You know you don’t actually have to read all that, right? It’d take the whole day.”

Eyes averted to the floor he gave you a strange, almost cocky, little smirk, “I think I can manage it.”

The side of your lips twitched upwards as you gleaned some strange amusement from his words. He spoke them as though they were some inside joke with himself. It was oddly charming. From anyone else you likely would’ve condemned his tone to arrogance, but his demeanour was so open and strangely sweet that it was hard to tar him with such a brush. “Well,” you sighed, narrowing your eyes at the screen, “is there a reason you can’t just read it from here?”

You looked to him for a response and he visibly grimaced at the suggestion. “I prefer a more traditional medium.”

Raising an eyebrow, dissecting his words to find the truth, you smirked. “You and technology don’t get along, huh?”

Nodding confirmation with a laugh, he wryly replied; “we’re colleagues of necessity.”

You breathed a laugh, surprised by his quick wit but eager to experience more. “Okay,” you let out, leaning closer to the screen and immediately detecting the problem.

You wanted to laugh, you really did, but you had the decency to provide him his explanation first. Biting your lip, in an almost fruitless attempt to hide the amused smile pulling at your features, you turned back to face him.

His eyes widened at the sight of you. His gaze unsure whether to settle heavily on your bitten lip or respectfully on your eyes. In the end his gaze settled somewhere in the middle. A cough fell from him before he managed to ask; “what’s the problem?”

“How many times have you tried to print this?”

The corner of his eyes crinkling, he cryptically answered, “a few.”

You giggled helplessly, spurring an answering laughter from him that was interspersed with his continued questioning, “what did I do?”

Recovering yourself, you conspiratorially leaned in closer, whispering the answer to him. “You’ve sent them to print in Professor Friedman’s office. He’s a couple doors down.” A giggle interrupted your explanation, “so he’s probably got a hundred copies of that handbook printing out and no idea why.”

“Oh,” he gave, turning quickly to look at the door, as though Friedman himself were about to burst through demanding an explanation. “That’s not… ideal.”

“No,” you agreed. When you held his attention once more, you asked; “do you want me to show you how to do it right or… shall I just do it for you?”

His lips twisted and a husky laugh escaped him. That was answer enough.

“I’ll just do it for you.”

A few clicks later and his own printer had hummed into action, spitting out paper rather slowly. The pair of you watched the whirring machine for longer than was likely necessary. Every now and then it seemed Dr Reid was about to speak, face turned to you and lips parting, but each time his attempt stalled.

After the silence had stretched just a little too long, none of his attempts coming to fruition, you sighed and turned to him. Your tone was less than enthused. “Well, I guess I better get going.”

His eyebrows rose as though surprised at this turn of events where you were not able to loiter with him in his office all day. “Oh- of course…” he gestured to the door and kindly opened it for you, “I - uh-“ you were quite thrilled, really, at how flustered he was getting. This excitement dulled just slightly when he seemingly gave up on what he had been trying to say and settled instead on; “thank you.”

Stepping across the threshold of the door, you turned back to him. “Anytime, Dr Reid.”

“Spencer, call me Spencer.”

Grinning, sure a telling blush was painted over your cheeks, you affirmed. “Spencer it is.”

“There you are!” Came a booming voice from down the hall. Turning to look, your eyes widened at the sight of Professor Friedman barrelling down the hall towards you. “I’ve been calling your line for half an hour! My printer has been hijacked! It’s printing dozens of copies of some kind of handbook and it’s still going!“

Taking a deep breath, you nodded with a polite yet tight smile. “Of course, Friedman, I-“

Sternly, he interjected with an arrogant correction; “Professor Friedman, thank you.”

Spencer cut in, surprising both you and Friedman, before you could even think to apologise. “You know, I read an interesting article recently about individuals who obsess over the use of their proper titles. Especially within inappropriate social contexts,” the glint within his eye as he snuck his gaze over to meet yours was almost playful. “Apparently,” he prefaced dramatically, “the obsession with the formality is deeply rooted in a collection of physical, mental, and sexual inadequacies.”

You choked on your laugh, desperately trying to conceal your peals of laughter with unconvincing coughs. Professor Friedman said nothing, seemingly entirely blindsided and unsure how to even respond without seeming as though he were protesting a little too much against the subtle accusation.

Still fighting back your laughter, words coming out markedly more uneven than usual, you said; “That’s very interesting, Dr Reid.”

Smiling down at you, gaze filled with this secret victory the pair of you were sharing, he answered quickly. “Oh, please call me Spencer.” After a sly glance at Friedman beside him, who still looked as though he were picking through Spencer’s quick words in search of a viable response, he continued, “I’m not worried about formality.”

God, he was going to kill you.

Your face was burning hot with the effort of containing your laughter and you couldn’t even look Spencer in the eye anymore; the amused sparkle in his chocolate eyes surely enough to send you tipping over the edge into joyful hysteria.

“Well,” Friedman eventually let out, grimly, “I will wait for you in my office.” He nodded to you before sending a disdainful look of annoyance towards Spencer who, to his credit, did not seem affected in the slightest. “It was… interesting to meet you, Dr Reid.”

Spencer nodded in response, already turning to look at you as Friedman hurried away.

You couldn’t contain yourself anymore. Hurried hands pushed Spencer backwards and into his office, the door swinging shut behind you, and you entirely broke down into a fit of giggles.

You vaguely hoped the office door was enough to keep your raucous laughter from reaching Friedman’s ears but you weren’t especially concerned enough to stop. At one point you had successfully recovered yourself but, one shared glance with Spencer, and the both of you were sent spiralling once more into laughter.

Eventually, you managed to huff out; “is that- is that even true?”

Almost cheekily, he grinned with a shrug. “Not exactly.”

Straightening, having hunched over in the depths of your laughter, you wiped the tears from your eyes. “Oh god,” Spencer was still looking at you. Now that your laughter had subsided to a more reasonable level, you realised how strangely intense his attention upon you was; he was looking at you as though you were some fascinating specimen whose every move deserved his rapt attention. “That was so funny.” You eked out.

Eyes now focused on your shoes, feeling shy under his attention, you mused. “I’ve gotta go help him now, how am I supposed to look at him without laughing?”

He laughed breezily, “sorry.” Looking back up, you found his head ducked and his right hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, don’t be,” you assured lightly, a wave of your hand dismissing the apology, “that was amazing.”

He nodded, lips twisting as he shoved nervous hands into his pocket. “Good,” he told you, resolute. “I- uh- I hope to see you around?“

Hand settled on the silver door handle, ready to face Friedman with an extra spring in your step, you agreed. “Yeah, you too.”

As you walked away and down the hallway, following the sound of Friedman’s poor overworked printer and the aggrieved grumblings of the man himself, you found yourself hoping Spencer’s technology would fail him again soon.

As though the gods themselves were listening, or perhaps just because technology really did hate Spencer, the very next day you were called to fix his email.

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marvelmaniac2000 · 2 years

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Girl's Lock & Key

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Summary: Eddie just wants to ask a simple question…what goes down in the girl’s

locker room stays in the girl’s bathroom.

Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader

Subject: dry humping sort of thing, lots of fingering, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names, cowgirl position, public sex, tongue kissing, male dominance,

Words: 1.4k

Side notes: I think we all deserve a side of Eddie that just takes over our body in a nice asshole way. I have no shame writing him as a pervy man he can be. Nothing spectacular, just something to read to get us through late night withdraw am i right? lmao… Not my best work

(apologies for misspelling/grammar, NO MINORS +18 OLDERS ONLY)

“Good job everybody we’ll start off tomorrow with a stronger start I hope” your coach blew her whistle for a final roll call. Everyone splashed themselves out of the chilling pool in a hurry. Once again Hawkins was one of the top tier teams who hoped to win division II again.

But it felt quite different for you. Ever since you moved to Hawkins everything has been pretty okay, but the only thing that made it seem bearable was your love of swimming. Feeling the water crash onto your skin and fill your ears cooled off the massive amount of thoughts racing in your head.

You climbed out of the pool and shivered into a towel close by the girl’s locker room entrance.

The chatter of your teammates surrounded you as you looked for your assigned locker.

“Aye (Y/N) you wanna come with us to the mall?” Max asked while looking at you with concern.

She was a good freshmen starter and cool person but you always rather stuck to things alone.

“Nah I think I’ll head home and finish some late minute assignments” you picked up your article of clothing before tip toeing to the nearest stall to change.

“You know (Y/N) always takes a little longer to change than the rest of us anyway” , one of your friends jokes.

“Hey I can still hear you hoes from back here!” you cackled. “I know that’s why we’ll meet up some other time! See ya later!” the noise of shuffling feet leaving the door echoed through before complete silence. You sigh in relief after a long day and continue to put on your clothes. After a few minutes you open the stall door but froze noticing big black boots underneath. “Um Ed is that you?” you gulped fearing the unknown.

“Yea sorry, it’s me I kinda snuck in here, I wanted to talk to you about something” you slowly cracked the door halfway to make sure it was him. “Yeah, why are you here? This is a girl’s locker room for god sake” you swung the door open to look at the guy you loved dearly. “I know but this is important-” Eddie froze, noticing the top of your swimsuit revealing much of your cleavage and your gym shorts covering the bottom half. “Ok well this better be good” you politely scooted past him and tried fixing your appearance in the mirror. Eddie twisted his ring around his thumb looking at your backside.

“I just wanted to know if you could give me a ride back home?” My ride isn’t the best at the moment … Soooo pretty please sweetheart” his alto voice vibrated your ears making you relive the pleasure that he has over you. His groin hardened into you from behind and kissed your shoulder.

“You know it’s never a problem at all” you moan, feeling his hand roam for something wet between your legs. “I know baby but I like teasing you first before asking for favors” you turned around to face him and hungrily pressed your lips onto his. “You miss me, pretty princess?” Eddie sucked your neck leaving branded marks. You moan, feeling your fingers roam endlessly, feeling trapped between his grip. “

Not here” you gasped feeling him eagerly pull your strap down to devour your soft nipple. Eddie ignored your comment with a moan instead and squeezed your soft breast. Your shorts began to ride up as he pressed himself harder between your thighs.

“I just wanna see your pretty face begging for me again” he brushed his finger down your nose seeing you fluster. His lips sucked onto your bottom lip feeling his little girl suffer in lust. “Take it off baby, daddy wanna see you naked” you slowly stripped your shorts and swimsuit off as he watched your every move.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. He looked around the locker room and signaled you to follow him to a small bench that sat against the wall between the lockers. Eddie sat on the bench and patted his lap.

“Come sit and be a good girl” he gently reached out his arms for you to sit on his lap with his bare jeans. Eddie glued his eyes onto your body wanting to feel every inch of your skin. His two digits hooked in between your wet sticky folds rubbing your swollen clit in slow circular motions. “Please Eddie” you lean your weight onto him wrapping your arms around his neck. You buck your hips riding his fingers on his lap. You high pitch moans filled his ears feeling his girl get wetter with his touch. Eddie slapped your ass making you jolt. “Let me hear you moan for me I like hearing it,” he commanded.

“This is torture” you mumbled as he sucked your breasts endlessly. You threw your head back dry humping any sign of his dick inside his pants. Eddie moisten his fingers with his tongue before slipping two fingers inside you. You throw your head back and bounce your hips up and down on his thick fingers.

“You love this don’t you?” he cupped your ass watching you in heat over him. You moan feeling pools of pleasure from his fingers grazing your g spot.

“You want the real thing don’t you?” Eddie continued to pump his fingers faster while holding your chin between his fingers. Your eyelids grew heavy and your mouth parted.

“I can’t” you helplessly pant. So much pleasure filled your nerves and your clit constantly tickled and your wet pussy filled with thick cream dripping over his fingers. Eddie pressed his lips against your lips, tonguing the corner of your mouth.

Eddie Moan into the kiss and strings of spit parted from between your mouths. He wiped the corner of his mouth and put his fingers inside your mouth to taste your own cum.

“It’s time to give my pretty princess what she wants” he unzipped his pants and revealed his pre cum member ready for you. You climb yourself off of your lover and kneeled down to devour his tip.

You slowly bob your head to pick up pace around his shaft. Your tongue twirls around every inch of him leaving no room to breathe. You look into his eyes and devour him more until his tip grazes your throat. “You’re such a good girl” he pressed thumb on your chin while you sucked him dry.

“Come ride daddy” his eyes felt hungry watching you raise back up and climb on top of him and grip him with your thighs. You slowly lowered yourself down onto him, feeling him penetrate your tight opening.

“It’s ok baby keep going down” he bite his lip watching you slowly enter inside him filling you up. You silently moan trying to find a pace onto his size. Eddie guided you up and down feeling your breasts pressed up against his bare shirt.

“You feel so good princess” you moan out his name feeling your wetness more as he praised you more. “Go faster for daddy” he pushed his waist harder into yours making you whimper into his shoulder. Eddie gripped onto your wrist wanting you to feel each orgasmic stroke he loves putting into you.

“Pleasseee Eddie I can’t take much more” you beg trying to catch up with his forceful strokes. “Only when I say so” he kissed your wrist and watched you ride him until you couldn’t anymore. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rammed his dick into your g spot while keeping his eyes on your breathless face. “

You can cum now baby, you look so pretty when you're under me” he chuckled into your ear making you release a pulsating orgasm into your soul. You sharply try to catch your breath feeling warmth sweep over your body. “Eddie” you mewed and lazily crashed your lips onto his. “yes sweetness?" he grinned against your kiss.

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miscelunaaa · 2 years

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spin cycle 16 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: drabble series, slow burn, idiots to lovers, fluff, lil bit of angst, eventual smut

summary: This random guy has started doing laundry at your favorite laundromat each week (at the same time as you, no less!) and to be honest, it’s going to be a problem. You’re just not sure how yet.

rating: 18+ for eventual smut

word count: less than 500

warnings: ??? Um?? Swearing? That’s kind of it? One ill-timed interruption for which I am not sorry???

notes: So!! Welcome to your Monday pick-me-up! I hope it does the trick. I think we’re all feeling a bit exhausted after the incredibly busy and exciting weekend and there were a few big and important holidays for some folks tucked in there as well. Happy reading and I hope your days are lovely. See you next week!

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Namjoon’s large enough that he fills the door frame for a moment when you open the door. For a moment, everything is fine, you say hi, and step aside to let him in. It’s when you see his roommate that every single alarm in your head starts squealing.

“Y/N.”

“Jungkook.”

He’s got that bunny in the headlights look again, but this time, he’s about to step in your apartment rather than hand you his hoodie. Fuck, you still have his hoodie! Oh fuck.

Is this the Thanksgiving plan he mentioned?

“Y’all know each other?” Namjoon draws your attention, making you break your stunned silence with Jungkook.

“Kind of—"

“Yeah,” Jungkook interrupts. He gives you a sheepish look before correcting himself slowly. “Uh, yeah. Kind of. We go to the same laundromat.”

Namjoon blinks for a moment, and then suppresses a smile. Weirdo.

“Laundry! Ah. Jungkook loves doing laundry. He looks forward to it every week. Sometimes he even takes mine.”

“That’s nice,” Roomie says, suddenly appearing at Namjoon’s elbow, a glass of wine in her hand. “What’s your name again?”

“Jungkook,” the man in question says, extending a hand.

She takes it and gives it a firm shake with her own.

“Ah, Jungkook. Nice to meet you.” You catch the tightness in her voice, but it doesn’t register for the men. “Please, make yourself at home. Y/N can take your coats. Can I get anyone anything to drink?”

Namjoon is suddenly thrusting his jacket into your hands as he says, “Let me come help you.”

He steers Roomie into the kitchen with a hand at the small of her back. She glances back at you and gives you a look. She’s connected the dots, not that it was hard to do. This is her way of making you talk to him while she scolds Namjoon for not ever mentioning the name of his roommate.

“So …” he says timidly. “You’re her roommate. “

“Yeah, and you’re his roommate.”

He looks good. This is the most dressed up you’ve ever seen him. Chinos and a shirt with buttons, instead of his usual sinfully gray sweatpants and a hoodie. His lip ring is in, and it suits him. He shrugs his coat off, but doesn’t hand it to you.

“I don’t know why he’s lying to himself about it. He’s so smitten,” Jungkook says quietly. “Where do you want the coats?”

“Oh, I can take them,” you say, gesturing with Namjoon’s jacket.

Jungkook reluctantly hands it over, but follows you as you pad off your room. He stands in the door frame, watching you gently lay the coats over your bedspread.

“So, um,” he starts, taking a step into your room. “I’m really sorry about a couple of weeks ago.”

You’d prepared for this, but didn’t expect it so soon.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“But you looked so—"

Suddenly, you hear a fragile crash in the kitchen, followed by a lot of loud swearing.

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posted: 4.18.2022

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chihirolovebot · 3 years

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— 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆.

includes: makoto naegi, byakuya togami, mondo owada, kiyotaka ishimaru, leon kuwata, chihiro fujisaki.

content: fluff, food/sweets mention, he/him pronouns for chihiro, cursing, 'man' as a nickname in mondo's, gender-neutral reader, mentions of gaslighting in a lighthearted way, mentions of anxiety.

word count: 1.7k

reblogs encouraged!

makoto.

the type to search up what to do when confessing and then just do everything. like, he gets flowers, your favourite dessert, asks you to meet him underneath a cherry blossom tree... it ends up being so much. but still cute of course.

he wants it to be perfect :(((

has to be talked into it. he needs one hundred percent solid proof that you like him back before he even thinks about confessing to you. kyoko lays out the facts for him by way of red-thread-conspiracy board.

she has a file called 'proof that makoto's feelings for y/n are reciprocated' full of photographic evidence, written notes and her own deductions.

still - he's so nervous!! he can barely get the words out. in all honesty, he's usually the type to wait for you to confess to him instead, but if you won't he will take matters into his own hands.

so so relieved when you accept his confession. he literally goes weak and drops all the gifts. he's flushed bright pink the whole time too, n when you say that you like him back he hides his face in his hoodie <3

makoto i would kill and die for you.

the type of mf to thank you after you confess to him.

"oh, you... really do feel the same? i can't believe it. thank you! i - i mean... jeez, that sounded so awkward. i'm just so happy that someone like you could really like me back..."

chihiro

oh? you think he'd be so nervous that he'd never do it? well you're WRONG.

he gets a pep talk from mondo and leon and he's off. he's so determined to confess to you that he gets, like, unusually assertive.

asks you to meet him in the computer lab after school bc he at least wants to do it in an environment he's comfy in. asks you to sit down and then just pins you to the chair with this super intense look you've never seen on him.

"y/n!! i need you to listen!! please don't interrupt until i've finished, then you can speak!! okay??"

he's so full of nervous energy that he almost comes off as aggressive. the actual confession is very sweet though, of course. he talks about how safe you make him feel and that he can trust you with anything, that you make an effort to be interested in the stuff he's interested in.

and then right at the end he seems to realise how energetic he's come off and he just immediately deflates. here's the nervousness you expected all along; he goes scarlet and ducks his head and just kinda waits for you to say something.

very very relieved when you return his feelings, and immediately apologises for his behaviour (not that he needs to of course).

you hold hands!!! good for you, good for you.

"thank you for listening to all that. i - i know i can be afraid sometimes, but you're too important to me to waste time on being a coward! i just had to come out and say it. um, sorry if it was a little much..."

byakuya

literally too proud to do it.

i'm not joking. he would rather take a bath in boiling acid than admit to anyone that he has feelings for you, including himself.

honestly he'd probably be motivated by jealousy and nothing else. like if he heard a rumour that somebody else liked you and was planning on asking you out, then he's all oh?? oh??? is that so???

actually a little nervous, though he'll die before he lets on. he's never confessed to anybody before, of course - he's received dozens of confessions, but they always left him feeling nothing, let alone reciprocation. so he really doesn't know how to go about it. and he's not going to ask for help, obviously.

in the end he just tells you to meet him in the library. he does not ask you, he tells you. and it's with the same mildly disgusted expression he always wears, so it makes you think you're in deep trouble.

you go anyways. bc you have no survival instinct rip <3

he's kinda just hanging out between the bookshelves like some sort of cryptid.

chastises you for being late even if you're on time (he's just nervous and lashing out don't take it personally).

the way he goes about confessing is so roundabout because he doesn't wanna make himself seem vulnerable. he'll just drop heavier and heavier hints until you get the picture, and if he gets a sense that you don't feel the same he'll gaslight you into thinking that was never what he meant.

don't @ me you know what you signed up for. love this toxic boy tho <3

"why is it you're wasting your time on idiots with shallow ambitions when you have other, more suitable options? like who? who do you think i was referring to?"

mondo.

i will not lie you probably know long before he confesses.

like at this point... a confession is not even necessary, king.

still, he wants to do it properly. mondo is a fairly traditional man as you probably know, and he sees it as a gesture of respect. and he truly does respect you - you'll never catch him falling for someone he doesn't respect.

anyways, he is not subtle. there is a noticeable difference in how he treats you versus how he treats everybody else. you're one of the only people who can calm him down when he's in a rage, he always ensures that he doesn't snap or curse at you, and he actually measures his words so as not to offend or discourage you.

honestly the only reason you haven't said anything is probably because you wanna spare his pride. just shh don't tell him you already know it'll wound him.

his confession isn't anything extravagant. he wants to make it at least a little bit of an occasion for your sake, because he thinks you deserve it. so he'll take you out to dinner somewhere he knows you like. not necessarily a super-fancy restaurant because i doubt that's his scene, just somewhere that does your favourite food.

will offer his coat to you on the walk back. and he'll confess when he drops you back at your house.

he is so nervous!! flustered!! shy even!!

ends his confession with "but, y'know... you don't hafta say anything back. i just kinda wanted to get it off my chest."

doesn't actually expect you to like him back :(( thinks you're joking at first when you return his feelings. but once he realises you're sincere he's just (O_O).

"you actually mean it? shit, man, you were gonna give me a heart attack. n-nah, it's fine. hey, uh... thanks. i'm glad you... you know."

kiyotaka.

taka my beloved <3

definitely goes all out. he plans it on a weekend so that you can spend the whole day together and definitely sets out with the intention of confessing.

sets it up by asking you to study with him, then plans to take you out for dinner. insists on paying for everything even if you protest.

the whole day he's calm. chill even. more relaxed than he's been in your presence since he realised he liked you, at which point he became jumpy and nervous and blustery. but as soon as the day starts winding to a close he's suddenly so anxious he can barely breathe.

all of a sudden he's doubting himself. have you ever truly shown signs that you feel the same as he does? what if this confession costs him one of the closest relationships he's ever had? can he really gamble your friendship on something as selfish as his own love?

he's just worried :(( he's closer to you than he is to anybody else and he can't stand the thought of losing you.

he's about to call the whole thing off when you admit that you saw the flowers and chocolates in his schoolbag and knew what he was planning.

cue panic attack.

"that's not!! that is to say!! i didn't - it wasn't —!!"

"taka it's okay i like you back."

OH???

now he's beating himself up because he couldn't even confess properly to you. you gotta make him see that there's no right way and he is absolutely not a failure <3

after he's calmed down he still confesses. like he wants you to know exactly how much you mean to him, he owes it to you, you deserve to know how special you are. it will be very touching and delivered with less energy than is usual for him. you might cry.

"y/n, you truly are my best friend. i'm sorry i did not even have the guts to confess to you! i am thoroughly ashamed! but... hearing you say such things about me did make me feel better. thank you for everything."

leon.

probably the most normal confession out of everybody ngl.

like. he's a chill person. it's probably not super obvious that he has a crush on you, but you have your suspicions. he's pretty defensive of you, and you've definitely caught him scowling when other people try and make a move on you.

you're doing a movie night, watching some eighties movie where the love interest holds up a boombox blasting romantic songs outside of the main character's house. and you say something wistful about wanting that to happen to you.

leon shoots off the couch immediately and doesn't answer when you ask where he's going. you assume he's just going to use the bathroom and resume the movie.

five minutes later you hear a weird, muffled sound. when you open the window he's standing on your lawn, holding two shitty speakerphones as high as they can reach, blasting bob dylan or something equally as cheesy.

you laugh until there's tears in your eyes. and whilst he still out on the lawn he asks you out. you have to check if he's joking but he suddely gets a little serious. his cheeks go all red and he clears his throat and shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

tells you he's actually serious. and if you don't feel the same it's cool! but man, he really likes you and he didn't wanna mess up your friendship or anything so he kept it to himself but...

gets the biggest grin when you reciprocate. clambers through your window and just hugs you for like three minutes <3

"you're - you're serious? you're not playing with me, right? oh, man, thank god. i was so worried about messing up our friendship, i just... never mind, i guess. c'mere a sec, would you?"

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Jaune vs Ships

Jaune was at a bar. He was staring at an empty glass and a bottle of whiskey. Jaune knowing what he was doing, pores the whisky out from the bottle to the glass until it was half full. He then proceeds to grab the cup and swirls whisky around until he saw it to be easier to drink. He was about to take sip until a certain blonde, using her metal arm to block his mouth. It was Yang along with everyone else who showed up to help the knight. However he was not amused to see them.

Jaune: What do you all want?

Yang: We don’t want you to make a mistake.

Jaune: I think I’m fine.

Yang: Look Jaune there are plenty of woman who would love to date you. You just got to-

Jaune: I’ve been talking to everyone here. I’m fine.

Yang: No you’re not.

Jaune: Yang, I come here everyday. True I smell like alcohol when I get home. But never get drunk.

Ren: That’s not the problem.

Jaune: Explain then.

Weiss: Jaune I know it’s hard. But look at me. I’m single and I’m happy.

Jaune: Ruby’s your girlfriend.

Weiss: Wait how-

Jaune: You sleep together. You know her preferences. What else?

Oscar: Jaune come on, I’m single but-

Jaune: Kid, for right now I surprised no person hasn’t thought of you to be crazy. Considering the Ozpin situation.

Oscar: Rude.

Emerald: Look Jaune I-

Jaune: You. Don’t talk to me. We still looking for your boyfriend.

Emerald: *blushes* He’s not my boyfriend!

Jaune: Cap. Anyways you guys are talking like your relationships make sense.

Nora: That’s because they do. We’re a match made heaven.

Jaune: Eh… not really. Ever relationship has flaws. And may not be as romantic as you think.

Nora: Oh please you didn’t even notice Pyrrha’s feeling towards you. You have no right to-

Jaune: Nora, I have both parents, but my childhood still sucked. Does that not explain something to you.

Nora: Oh.

Jaune: Plus, the fact I was trying to get you and Ren off Pyrrha’s back after Ruby already pressured to win the Vytal Festival. Did that not show that I cared about her? Like why else was I mad at Ozpin and Qrow besides maiden powers, relic and Salem’s immortality?

Nora: Oh my god…. You actually started liking her.

Jaune: Yeah. And unlike your boyfriend I was ready to make a move.

Guest: Oooooo. Burn.

Ren: Well at least I earned my credit.

Jaune: I cheated my way into Beacon, yet I was more prepared to do my job than you who was complaining despite his years of training.

Guest#2: Damn man, he’s really disrespecting you. In front of your girl no less.

Blake: Well me and Yang are okay.

Jaune: Mm.

Yang: What?

Jaune: I mean I get what I was doing with Weiss was wrong but Yang down bad.

Yang: Excuse me?!

Blake: Jaune, you are stepping out of line.

Jaune: I mean I’m just saying what has Blake done for you? I mean you got her out of her funk with the White Fang. You risked your arm for her. And saved her when Adam came looking for and was about to kill her. What has she done specifically for you Yang?

Yang: She came back to me.

Jaune: And that’s it. Yang she came back. Then brought trouble. We went to Atlas. You and her told Robyn everything and caused us more trouble. She then went with your sister instead of being by your side. Are you not seeing this?

Blake: I tried to save her.

Jaune: And you failed.

Yang: Well at least I don’t carry a sash of my dead not girlfriend.

Jaune: At least this proved I could have had a girlfriend. It took you taking another man’s life to get you’re girlfriend. Guess your red line of fate is pathed in Adam’s blood.

Guest#3: Oh now that is dark.

Yang: … … … …

Blake: … … … ….

Weiss: Um Jaune-

Jaune: Good luck. And I’ll pray you don’t die.

Weiss: Look I know Ruby can-

Jaune: She is reckless as all hell. You know it to be true.

Qrow: Look kid-

Jaune: Like Emerald, don’t talk to me. You barely have nor can hold any relationship with anyone. Like Ozpin.

Qrow: *silent*

Oscar(Ozpin): Mr. Arc, like you youngster say, “We can throw these hands.”

Jaune: Look the sad truth is ya’ll just lucky you even have someone to care for. I lost that due to Ozpin and Salem silent divorce war. I had to kill Penny, who might as well have been an innocent person, due to the fact she thought Ruby was gone. She never saw me as a friend and even if she did, it still hurt. Especially if I just got over Pyrrha.

Ruby: Jaune I’m sorry-

Jaune: Bitch I don’t need your apology. That is worthless for the crap you’ve done. Listen, Ren and Nora, your relationship is descent, but if Ren ain’t bringing nothing to the table and is as thick headed like a tree then ya’ll should have stayed friends, especially since you’ve been together all your lives. As friends. You telling me about these girls and women out there, but there are plenty of guys too, willing to date you. Ren doesn’t have to be the only one.

Nora: Hm. *thinking*

Guest#2: Ah oh. Good luck man. She’s thinking.

Jaune: Yang, I get Blake coming back was good. But the problem is what has she done for you after bringing her bull shit towards you. Like has she come in your time of need? Has she ever helped you physically and emotionally? I’m just saying, Weiss can do you better.

Yang: … … … Um. Wow.

Guest#3: Oh my gosh, this man….

Jaune: Now, let me drink in peace. I only here for 30 minutes and I have 15 left.

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writer-akihiko · 3 years

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hiii! can I get a similar scenario like this but with vice dorm leaders and floyd? I love your works!!! I hope you have a nice week <3

Vice Dorm Leaders + Floyd + Valentine's Jealousy

Thank you for this request! It was a while to post this because I kinda forgot the prompt for the previous one, but I hope you enjoy some equally jealous Vice Dorm Leaders and Floyd!

Lilia Vanrouge

Many knew that you were quite famous, and he was well aware of how others saw you too. You weren't one to accept the presents because you had Lilia, but it was hard to reject them most of the time when they'd all gang up on you.

From the day started, you planned out the day. You planned to take an alternate route back to the dorms, but through every step, some student would stop you with a present. With so many eyes on you, it was overwhelming.

A couple of Savanaclaw boys stopped you in your tracks, with the supposed leader of the pack holding a box of chocolates towards you.

"YN! Please accept my gift!"

The sudden approach made you trip and fall on your butt, but before a hand could reach out to help you, the wall of students collapsed. You smelled smoke, supposedly from something burning, but as you looked over it more, it was the students that were burning…

Lilia stood over them, sneering at the other students that looked on. He gave a deep bow, and you noticed that one of his heels dug into the side of the one who wanted to give you a gift.

"Ara ara... as Vice Dorm Leader, there shouldn't be any fleas disturbing the peace."

The bodies of those students were well stepped and pranced over as Lilia prattled on about 'appropriate' rules for a NRC student. His lecture was done, but you found it odd that Lilia cared about the rules at all...

"Now that you get my point, leave."

All students, burnt and normal, scattered when Lilia said that. You were the only one left, and you began to get anxious once more. Surely... Surely your lover wouldn’t punish you too?

As your boyfriend stepped closer, he got on one knee, somehow conjuring a bouquet of flowers? On further inspection, the flower buds appeared to be your favourite snacks on sticks in... a bouquet. Lilia had his mysterious ways, but the silly bouquet got a giggle out of you.

He got up, pulling you by the waist. "I take it as you love your snack bouquet~" He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "Happy Valentine's Day YN."

Trey Clover

Trey didn't want you to know that you were well-known so instead of doing anything to the other students, he tells you to stay in your room instead as you wait for him to pick you up for a romantic Valentine's date.

As the morning of Valentine started, he could watch in envy at the other students with present clearly meant for you. He did ask Vil for a favour to doll you up for the date, but he wasn't sure if you were going to stay put with Grim around...

He had to curse himself for getting caught up in one of Professor Crewel's ramblings, but he wouldn't be so rude to get up and leave. If he had to be honest, it was very tempting to do so.

It was finally over, and he tried not to let out a sigh of relief. The moment he walked out of the classroom, he was already frowning at the sight that he saw.

Many surrounded you, but particularly those with sweet treats caught your attention the most. They begged you to try their treats, but you never thought it as anything romantic. As someone who was fond of making sweet treats like Trey, you thought that they were asking for your input instead.

One of the students dared to hand-feed you a piece of the sweet he made. Trey being pissed off was an understatement. Cater, who was busy filming the decorations and vlogging, paused when his camera neared Trey's line of view.

Trey knew he wasn't going to get to you in time, so as he saw the treat inch closer to your mouth, he used his magic to alter the flavour of it. You winced at the bitter flavour unlike the sweet flavour before you expected.

You coughed out the piece you had in your mouth, dropping the food. Your head bumped against someone, and an arm wrapped around you. You relaxed once you felt Trey's familiar scent, but with your ear pressed against his chest, the sound of his thumping heart rang through your ears.

"You really dared to poison YN..."

The students backed away, but with a teacher nearby, they were quickly taken away. Trey didn't mind his little lie, after all, you were adorably blushing in his arms.

"Are you okay my love?" He patted your head, checking you for any injuries. It was only then he realised that you were dolled up, and your cheeks were flushed whenever hi fingers touched your skin.

Trey wasn't usually tongue-tied, but the way you just looked made him speechless.

"H-Happy Valentine's... my gorgeous YN."

Jamil Viper

He was an observant man, so the day before Valentine's he knew who was targeting to give you gifts, even if they hadn't made their intentions public. He never made your relationship public, but he targeted those who thought they were the 'perfect' candidate for your love.

It all began with spreading rumours, particularly about how someone was going to be your fiancé. He only had to wait for the rumours to settle in, and then the chaos would commence...

By the morning of Valentine's, many had gathered at your doorstep leaving gifts but some insisted on waiting for you... like a stalker... Oh well, Jamil could remedy that easily.

He couldn't hypnotise to most due to the limitations of his magic, but he was still good at manipulating those around him. He couldn't help but feel such jealousy towards the other students for getting you such expensive gifts, especially when he could never get those gifts for you himself.

He was so distracted with his jealous thoughts that he missed the moment that you walked out of your room. You were hopeful that your boyfriend Jamil was waiting, but you couldn't hide your disappointment when it wasn't.

The more aggressive 'suitors' caught on to your disappointment, and you shrunk in fear as they approached you.

"Hoi, why are you making that fa-"

BLAM!

Before any insulting things were said, a basketball went flying and hit the student in the head, knocking him flat.

"Get away from her."

Jamil's piercing gaze sent a shiver down everyone's spine, causing them to scram. Even those who had the strength to beat Jamil were outmatched by the sheer bloodlust and the objective authority he had, which was better not to mess with if they valued their school life.

It wasn't long before you jumped into Jamil's arms, which caused both of you to topple over. Your large grin was fitting for Jamil's flustered state, as you bestowed your hero a loving kiss.

Jade Leech

If any student in NRC were to say to their fellow friends that they wanted to confess to YN on Valentine's Day, their friends would ask them if they wanted a death wish. This was because it was a well-known fact that you were dating Jade Leech.

And in NRC, you'd never want to mess with the Leech brothers.

Jade wouldn't want to scare you, but he may have overheard some other people talking about giving you a Valentine's gift. Even if it was out of obligation, he wouldn't allow that.

He could personally alter the ingredients of their drinks so that they'd... fall asleep before any present giving...

You always hung around the Lounge but this time around, Jade didn't allow you to walk out onto the floor, so you accompanied Azul with helping him with his papers. He waited for the serum to kick in, and when they were asleep he informed Azul of some loiterers in the Lounge.

Before they fell asleep, Jade couldn't help himself from revealing his tiny plan to the victims.

"Don't try your chances."

They were quickly disposed of, thanks to Floyd. It'd be better not to mention specifics.

Jade did promise you a romantic date, so you were surprised how much the Lounge changed after hours. The simple candlelight shone on the extravagant meal with Jade's specially brewed tea.

You felt the merman's arms wrap around you, as he leaned down, whispering in your ear. "YN, thank you for being my Valentine."

Floyd Leech

Whoever had the idea to confess to you besides Floyd Leech was asking to die by getting squeezed by a merman.

He wasn't sure how did you gain so much attention, but then he remembered that he'd always glomp you whenever he saw you... and then he remembered that Valentine's was today. Oh well, he'll figure something out.

The person Floyd had his eyes on though, was a student who was part of a band that Azul drove into debt. The entire band then on went to work for the Lounge as entertainters, but how could Floyd trust such a scheming bass player?

He heard from Jade that they were going to practice, but he had an inkling that it would be a confession to you. Only when it comes to you, he's observant.

"Hey YN! I just wanna show you-"

You shrugged off the bassist's enthusiasm. "Sorry... I'm a bit worn out. A lot of people have been giving me presents today."

He still took your hand. "Well... um if it helps you relax, I wrote a song for you!"

"A song?" You inched away since he was too close for comfort, but you'd doubt he'd listen to you since those other students didn't listen to you anyway...

"Hands off my Shrimpy."

Floyd couldn't hold it, watching from the sidelines. Jade told him to stay put, but it was impossible. He grabbed the student by the shoulders, squeezing him until he screamed. Once Floyd saw your worried face, he abandoned every thought of 'torturing' the boy and flung him across the room instead.

It was just his luck that the boy landed in your pile of presents, destroying about half of them. That was the presents dealt with...

You eagerly hugged Floyd, finally seeing him after a long day. Floyd couldn't help but twirl his Shrimpy around, joy filling him from your giggles. Oh well, Valentine's was too materialistic anyway. If he could get a laugh out of you just like this, that was all that mattered to him.

"Love ya Shrimpy~"

Ruggie Bucchi

Having so much responsibility in Savanaclaw meant that he had the slimmest of chances to be with you during Valentine's. Sure, most knew that you were his but there would be those idiots that would approach you regardless of your relationship status.

He gritted his teeth as he thought of all the possible presents he couldn't give you, and others could. The moment he stepped out his body simply shook with envy at how lucky those students were to have the spare money to get you something nice.

It honestly made him feel terrible that he couldn't provide those for you. It really did.

He wasn't one to lash out, but he was a hyena beastman after all. He had his limits. The moment he spotted you, he couldn't stop his tail from wagging. What pissed him off though was the idiocity of the students who can't comprehend that you didn't want to deal with them.

A Scarabia student had been following you around, and it was getting on your nerves. He showed off his 'assets' in front of you, which was embarrassing enough but it really struck a chord when the said student disregarded your beloved Ruggie.

"Surely you have better chances with me than some filthy beastman like him..."

You huffed, your fists shaking. "That's my boyfriend you're talking about!"

The student, of course disregarded you entirely. He grabbed you by the wrist, but in the blink of an eye, his palm was bleeding. There Ruggie was, claws out and holding you in one arm.

"She said she has a boyfriend, scum."

He didn't care how much he'd get punished. Knowing how much the teachers favoured you, they might let it pass... He didn't want to deal with the aftermath, so he lifted you up bridal style and ran with you to the Savanaclaw dorm.

"W-Wait Ruggie! I might be heavy..."

"You're not," He bluntly said, angling his face so he could check you for any injuries. His chest swelled up with pride with how much you defended him. "YN, it's okay though. You didn't have to defend me that much..."

You were not one to stand for your boyfriend to insult himself. You kissed him, surprising him to the point he almost dropped you. As you stared at your confused Ruggie, you comforted him with words he needed to hear the most.

"Ruggie, you're my one and only love."

Rook Hunt

This man had a plan. He had a plan and he planned it the moment he realised Valentine's Day was coming which was roughly after the first few months of dating. He never realised that it would be such a meticulous operation.

He runs the grapevine of gossip, so he knows exactly who to target. Sure... some methods were not as graceful as the Pomefiore standard but he had to do what he had to do.

Valentine's rolled around. D-Day. The D stood for Date... as he highlighted in notes. He'd leave you be, because you were the main star of his plan. His star, his moon, his every- Oh and he caught himself before getting sidetracked...

The first mistake was leaving their presents unattended. The second mistake was going to talk to you.

In a sudden moment, many shrieked at their presents getting vandalised by someone's arrow. It wasn't a humble mistake. Someone was doing this on purpose.

While other students panicked, you had stooped to your knees, observing the words on the shaft of the arrow...

'From YN's boyfriend~'

Oh... Oh Rook... How adorable of you... You thought to yourself. You were surprised that none had caught on so far, but you were sorely mistaken as the person who was about to gift you a bouquet of flowers grabbed you in fear.

"Y-Your boyfriend?! Who is he-" The student shrieked and fell to the ground as an arrow flew past his head, cutting off some of his locks. Then and there, Rook stepped out, bow in hand, bowing to his lady.

"My apologies. I was aiming for your head."

Rook was quick to take you in his arms, but that was not before he oh so graciously stepped on the student's hand. You didn't expect him to-

"You didn't think I would get jealous, Mademoiselle," He laughed, getting on one knee with a rose in hand that you were sure was from another student's bouquet. "Ah, I take it you enjoyed my gift!~"

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before Rook was scolded by some teachers and Vil himself. As much as you thought he would put up with the punishment, that didn't stop the hunter from bringing you to the final date spot, a quiet, peaceful forest date with your favourite hunter.

#twisted wonderland scenarios #twst imagines #twst vice dorm leaders #lilia vanrouge #trey clover #rook hunt #jamil viper #jade leech #floyd leech #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst scenarios

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When they neglect you for another girl Part 4 (Sakusa)

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Genre: Angst to Fluff

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AN: YES I DID PUT MYSELF IN THIS STORY! SUE ME. This is basically inspired by a random conversation i had w the great @teesumu, so this is basically for you doll <3

Sakusa:

You and Sakusa have been together for a around 10 years and love eachother immensly.

However recently Sakusa has been busy and you havent really had much time together lately as he claims been busy doing loads of visits with his new agent.

But of course, being the loving partner you are you wanted to revive the spark in your relationship.

You have been seeing a lot of people on social media posting their aesthetic ‘picnic dates,’ and you knew that this was something that appealed to you before it was ‘on trend.’ Kiyoomi immediately came to your mind once you had the idea of going on a date. You knew that you haven’t be around each other lately, as Kiyoomi always had either a ‘meeting’ or some sort of ‘interview’ that his new agent “Empress” has set up for him.

You didn’t really know Empress that well, just that she was ‘good at her job,’ a ‘hard and dilligent worker,’ and a ‘raging hottie’ with Atsumu’s opinion being the last one. You weren’t suspecting her to have any malicious intent towards you or Kiyoomi, since you knew that he had a great judge of character. But it was just odd, that every time Kiyoomi was running late or having ‘super-secret’ conversations on the phone it was always because ‘my agent set up this,’ ‘my agent set up that,’ and that’s what left you a bit wary.

As you were scrolling through your phone you see a calendar updating saying : Next Week‘ A DECADE AGO WE FELL IN LOVE.’

10 years. How could you forget? You and Omi have literally been together for a decade. You think back to the decade of madness and love you’ve been through together, smiling fondly to yourself but then you think about where you are now... barely even talking to each other, only mainly seeing him when he comes home from work.

You need to fix this. Or at least make an attempt to get you and Kiyoomi talking again. So, the only thing you can do, is plan that picnic.

You spent the rest of the day planning your anniversary picnic. ’It’s going to be great,’ you think to yourself, you have a list of all Omi’s favorite foods you're going to make him and bring and you are probably going to pick up a few board games and maybe even get some paint supplies. You and Kiyoomi used to paint a lot together, with the two of you not being the best of painters, but you enjoyed eachothers company non the less.

Everything was sorted...for the most part. All you needed to do was get Omi there, and it’ll all be okay. Right? As you were bubbling and looking for more picnic inspo, you hear your front door open which made you even more excited to tell your boyfriend your plans.

As you rush to go greet him, you see he’s on the phone making you roll your eyes. “No Empress it won’t work, we need this sorted by next week. Okay? Next week.” he says in an agitated way. He hangs up the phone and sighs, shoving off his duffel bag.

“Hey Omi, how was your day?” you say a bit hesitant, noticing his annoyed mood.

“Fine” He said dismissively, aiming to walk past you aiming for your bedroom.

“Oh well I have something amazing planned for ne-” you try to say following after him.

“Can we not do this right now Y/N,” he says again turning too look at you making you frown a bit, all you wanted to do is surprise him with your plans and have a day out with him. After noticing your sad look he finishes with “it’s just that Empress she’s bee-”

“I don’t want to hear about her.” you say bitterly folding your arms, Empress is the last person you want to hear about right now “God Omi can’t you just care about me? For once.”

“I do I-”

“You don’t anymore,” you say, with all the emotions and feelings you’ve been just supressing from a while coming up. You don’t even know how you got from point A to B with this conversation, but there's no stopping now. “I feel that, for a while now we haven’t been how we were before when we were just Y/N and Kiyoomi. Instead of how we are now. Just Y/N. Then Kiyoomi and Empress.”

After hearing his agents name, Kiyoomi’s name contorts to confusion “Empress? What does she have to do with anything?”

“How can you not see? For the past month all it’s been is ‘Empress this’ ‘Empress that,’” you complain “Having your super secret conversations with her, like god Kiyoomi can’t you see a problem with this?”

“It’s not like that Y/N, we’re just work partners” he says looking a bit annoyed “Just business.”

“Just business? So Kiyoomi, what were you talking about on the phone earlier” you say with your voice slight accusingly.

“Umm I, I can’t really say?” he says more of a question then a fully assured statement. You squint your eyes at him and scoff.

“What is going on with you Omi?” you say “are you cheating on me with her is that it?”

“No, no of course not Y/N! How could you even ask that?” he frowned at your question making your chest hurt, since deep down you knew he could never do that to you. Could he?

“Well tell me then, what were you talking about?” you ask again.

“I can’t say..” he finishes

“Well I can’t stay.” you say and his face goes back to confusion “Here. With you.”

“What do you mean Y/-”

“I need a break or something. I just can’t be here right now.” You start to rush and pack a big of things whilst Kiyoomi just stands there.

After you pack up your stuff, you look back and see Kiyoomi just there. Standing. You were upset, you kind of wanted him to rush after you and beg you not to leave, but he was just there. Standing. So you put the hand on the door and just before you leave you turn back and say “bye Sakusa, see you later?” to which you see him slightly nod at.

When the door shut, Kiyoomi starts to cry. After hearing you call him by his last name really twisted the knife that was already in his heart. You haven’t called him that since you were like 15. He knew what you wanted; he knew you wanted him to rush towards you and beg you not to leave, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. But what he could do is call the one person he only could call.

After a few rings, he hears “What do you need Saku?”

“She’s gone, she left.”

“What do you mean she’s gone, did you tell her?”

“No I didn’t tell her. And that’s the problem, Empress she think-”

“Saku, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

“You’ll handle it?”

“Don’t I always?”

He couldn’t argue with that, he just had to trust that Empress could sort it. “And also, don’t spend the week with your head up your ass crying, you’ve got a lot of grovelling to do kiddo.”

He nodded even though she couldn’t see him, as he knew that what just went down needed to be resolved, fast.

Meanwhile, on your end. You’re a mess. Sobbing all the time, tissues are your best friend, you’ve been waiting just waiting for a message or a call, or some form of communication. You just wanted to feel wanted by your boyfriend (can you even call him that now.)

You spent the rest of the week at your parents, immersing yourself in your work and doing ‘self care’ things, trying to forget all about the argument you and Kiyoomi had.

One day, you receive a letter, it wasn’t delivered by a mail man though. It was slid under your door, in a golden envelope sealed with a red hot wax seal. It read:

‘Dear Y/N,

My sweetheart, im sorry for how the week has been and I know a letter with only a fraction of how I feel won’t make up for how I acted that day. But im inviting you to join me at the Gardenia Botanical Gardens at 2 pm tommorow, to celebrate our 10 year anniversary.

I know there is a big chance, you may not want to see me and I understand but please. I love you, so so much, that words can’t even describe. But I need you to see me apologise and I need to make it up to you.

I hope to see you there, I’d wait the whole day for you. If you don’t show, I understand.

Sincerely, Sakusa Kiyoomi

P.S The theme is ‘summer hot day, tea with the queen’ - Atsumu’

You smile at the letter, but wonder if you should actually go or not. You did want to see him of course and get this all resolved, but you had your own plans for your anniversary which wouldn’t of been spoiled if he didn’t withhold his super-secret phone calls.

It took you hours to contemplate on what to do, but you decided to just sleep on it and see how you feel tomorrow. In the morning, you knew what you wanted to do. Of course, you had to go, at least to hear him out and see if he really did cheat on you or not. For all you know he’s inviting you to tell you that he’s going to run away with his agent and his secret kids they had together. You shook the negative thoughts from your head and just repeated your mantra ‘hope for the best and prepare for the worst.’

When you got there, you didn’t exactly know where he would be but he said ‘botanical gardens’ so of course you decided to just wander around there. It was nice walking around and just smelling the roses, and seeing the pretty scenery.

“Excuse me ma’am,” you hear someone say tugging on your leg “um that mister over there told me to give you these.” Looking down, you see a small boy who looked about the age of four with a crumpled up bunch of roses handing them to you.

“Oh thank you,” you say giving the kid a head pat “where is this ‘mister’ might I ask?”

“He’s over there!” The kid pointed behind him and you look to see Kiyoomi sitting under a white gazebo which is surrounded in your favorite flowers and the table is filled with food.

You walk over to your ‘boyfriend,’ with him not noticing your present yet. When you reach him you say “I think she stood you up buddy,” you joke making him jump abit startled.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, instantly beaming “You came you made it!” he stood up and pulled you into a hug, which you return before you remember why you came here in the first place.

“Oh I-” he says awkwardly

You decide to sit down pulling him down with you. You kind of sit there in uncomfortable silence, for a while until you both say.

“So I-”

“What are yo-”

You both laughed at your simultaneous comments, before Kiyoomi looks at you letting you speak. “What did you want to bring me here for?”

“I didn’t want, what happened last week to happen Y/N I-” he says looking a bit panicked “It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

“Then how was it meant to go Sakusa.”

“Y/N, please don’t call me that, I know I made you upset but pleas-” he starts before getting distracted again “Y/N, I called you here to say a few things..”

“Them being.?” you ask a bit impatiently.

“I love you. I love you so much, you don’t even understand. Ever since I saw you at my volleyball game in our first year, in the stands just cheering us on. I knew that from that day, after I scored the winning point and our eyes met, that we were destined to be together. I just love you so much Y/N”

“Omi I don’t understand I-”

“Just let me finish please, It’s taken a while for me to say this. And trust me, there’s been so many times when I wanted to just say ‘hey Y/N let’s get married,’ but I couldn’t I was scared, and I wanted it to be perfect, so perfect. Because you deserve the world Y/N. That’s why I got Empress to help, I know that our conversations may seem odd, but I love you and she knows that she just wanted to help trust me. And she did, all this wouldn’t of been done if it wasn’t for her. But anyways Y/N what I waned to say was I love you and I love you and I-” he rambles on loosing track of his words.

But in the midst of his speech, you hear all that you needed and responded with the only way you can.

“Yes.” you say simply, with a growing smile on your face.

“Yes?” he repeats confused “What do you meann ye- ohhh" Kiyoomi blushes embarrased that after all that he ended up ruining the thought out proposal he wanted to give you with his ramble.

“Im sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to say it like that I wanted it to be perfect and I-”

You shut him up with a kiss making his eyes widen as he reciprocates it anyways.

“What did she say?” you hear someone shout from a far, and you look over to see the MSBY Jackals all standing there with shit eating grins on their faces.

“I said yes!” you yell back, to which they all cheer and rush towards you guys giving you both hugs and slapping Kiyoomi on the back.

As the boys celebrate Omi finnally do what he’s been planning for ages, you get approached by Empress who awkwardly walks up to you. “ I didn’t want to leave the impression that me and Saku were any sort of thing?” she says

“Yeah I think it was definitely a big misunderstanding, it’s just that Omi was never around and whenever he was he was just talking to you and you know how it is.”

“I definitely know, I’d feel the same way if my boyfriend did that to me.”

“Oooh boyfriend?” you ask her feeling nosey on her romantic life.

“Yeah boyfriend. You know iwaizumi hajime... the trainer?” she says smiling a bit when she said his name.

“The trainer! Nice.”

The rest of the night was fun and was basically an engagement party for you and Omi all you and friends just partying and celebrating yours and Omi’s love for each other. “Omi” you say getting his attention “Happy ten year anniversary babe”

“Happy anniversary, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

After the party you spend your months now planning for a big fat wedding, with the help of your new found bestie, Empress (who you obviously misjudged from the start.) You and Omi could never be happier, every thing was back to how it was before, maybe even better. And you definitely spent at least two Saturdays a month going out for picnics and it was now a tradition in your relationship, so in the end you did get your ‘aesthetic picnic date.’

AN: WHAT DID U GUYS THINK??

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyuu fluff #sakusa x you #sakusa headcanons #haikyu angst #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa oneshot #haikyu sakusa #signedwithane😌

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Myth or Movie

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Unbeknownst to the two of them, Y/N and Spencer's children have worked up a plan to get them to meet... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, someone is misgendered (nothing too bad, it’s very brief, and it’s sincerely apologized for by the person who misgenders) Word Count: 4.2k

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NOTE: This is my 2nd entry for Pom’s ( @imagining-in-the-margins ) Enemies To Lover’s Writing Challenge! This one was one of the prompts she provided: You and (Character)'s kids don't get along, so you have to have a talk. Turns out you... really really get along... and I couldn’t wait to tackle it! I believe my exact words were: “I’m gonna Parent Trap these bitches”... So do with that what you will lol

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"I'm so sorry I'm late!"

Two heads turn to stare at me as I burst through the doors. I'm out of breath from running through the building, something the staff really didn't seem to appreciate, though their shouts and annoyed glances were the last thing on my mind.

As I try to catch my breath, the two heads stand, and suddenly I feel a lot smaller.

One of them I recognize— Principal Anteros. I'd met with her before over some of Sky's academic achievements, all positive things, which is why today's circumstances make being in this office rather uncomfortable.

It's also why I seem to shrink with embarrassment at my tardiness— and appearance. Waitressing has its benefits, but today's whirlwind of phone calls and a mention at meeting another parent are not any of them.

Speaking of, the other person in the room is one I've never seen before. He's taller than both Anteros and I, extremely well dressed, and probably the most intimidatingly beautiful human being I'd ever met. I can barely meet his eyes, and so I try not to think about what he's doing here—to think about having to talk to him.

I shrink even further.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Principal Anteros greets. Thankfully she doesn't sound too upset given the circumstances. "Please, have a seat."

I do, brushing off my uniform as if that will somehow help my appearance. The soft leather of the chairs, however comfortable they might be, fail to bring me any comfort at all.

"As I'm sure you've guessed already, this is Doctor Reid, Vivian's father."

Great, he's a fucking doctor? This already bodes well for me...

Regardless of my reservations, I turn to him and give a faint smile. He waves in turn, and for the time being I'm extremely glad he doesn't insist on shaking my hand.

"It's nice to meet you," he says, surely nothing but a formality.

"You, too," I say quickly, then turn back to Principal Anteros. "Your phone call sounded urgent... Is everything alright?"

As soon as I say it, I feel kind of dumb. Because of course everything isn't alright. My child's principal called a meeting with another parent, and that can never mean anything good, not to mention the fucking intimidation and awkwardness in the room right now. I almost apologize, trying to explain that that wasn't exactly what I meant to get across, but then I would have just been talking for way too long, embarrassing myself further.

Once again, I'm thankful for Anteros's ability to move the conversation along. "I'm not sure, but it doesn't seem so. I only bring this to attention because Sky and Vivian are both stellar students. They've never had any disciplinary issues or difficulties with other students..."

"No one's hurt, right?" Mr. Reid asks. I know he's just concerned for his child, but for some reason it feels like an attack on me, like he assumes my kid had something to do with it.

"No, no one's hurt. Thankfully there weren't any physical altercations. But it seems your girls are quite... loud."

The doctor looks like he wants to say something, but I'm quick to jump in before he can. "Sorry... Sky is non-binary. They use they/them pronouns."

I half expect one or either of them to make a big deal or just roll their eyes at me, as most people seem to do when I correct them on the matter, but Anteros gives a sincere apology and Reid probably couldn't have cared any less.

I still can't tell if I like him or not...

But that doesn't matter right now.

"What do you mean by loud?" I continue.

Anteros sighs. "Well, while there hasn't been any physical violence, your kids seem to have very heated arguments, usually during lunch or in the hallway in passing... We thought maybe we could resolve it here since, like I said, they're both excellent students, but then it started escalating to classroom arguments... It's a lot of screaming..."

I have never known Sky to raise their voice at anyone, not even in a situation where I probably would have. Lord knows I'm thankful they don't have my impatience and tendency to get pissed off easily...

So what happened that was so bad, it made them snap?

"You... You're sure you mean Vivian is acting out like this?" Reid asks slowly, and I can't stop myself from laughing out loud.

"Come on, she's a professional. This has been going on for weeks, in her school, I'm sure she would know if it was your kid having a screaming match with someone else..."

This time Doctor Reid actually looks over at me, an eyebrow raised, and though I very much believe what I've just told him, the way he's looking at me right now drops my heart straight down to my stomach, like he's the principal and I'm the student acting out—No, it's worse than that... I feel like he's a disappointed parent, but not with Vivian, with me.

I avoid his intimidating stare and look down at the ground. "Sorry... I'm just... This isn't like Sky, either, I don't know what to do..."

"Well, usually when we have these sort of disputes, we like to have the students talk it out amongst themselves with a moderator present. But we've tried that, and it seems that they still haven't made any progress. Now, I know your children are good at heart, and it seems like you both are excellent parents— You know your children better than anyone here ever could. So, I'm proposing the two of you take a meeting some time and try to figure out how to settle this."

Seriously? If it hasn't been made clear already, this man is a doctor of some kind, planets away from my league in any capacity, and I can just picture the two of us in a screaming match close to what I imagine our children's looked like...

Maybe we can just e-mail.

"Okay," he agrees evenly, and I'm surprised he seems this calm considering I've just practically yelled at him... "I have free time this afternoon if you want to talk it over."

"I have to get back to work, but I get done at five," I sigh, wanting to get this over with. "Are you free then?"

"Mhm."

"Good," Anteros chirps, standing and leaving Doctor Reid and I to follow suit. "Perhaps over the weekend we can get this settled."

I sure as hell hope so.

———

"Ms. Y/L/N, wait!"

I have no idea what he could possibly want from me now that we've set a time and place to talk tonight, but I'm just praying desperately that he doesn't want to take this time alone in the parking lot to get back at me for accosting him in Anteros's office...

Thankfully, his face when he approaches seems rather kind.

"You can call me Y/N..."

"Right," he says, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and nodding. "I'm Spencer."

"Spencer... So, um... Did you need something?"

"O—Oh, I just... I know you have to get back to work so I'll make this short, but I wanted to see if you wanted to do, uh... dinner tonight?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I just figured since we probably didn't expect for our weekend to go this way... We should make it worth it?"

"Are you really trying to turn this into a date?"

"W— No, not really, I just... You know, I thought it might be nice to... make this less like a chore, you know? A—And don't feel like you have to say yes, it was just a thought, I'm sorry if I made this weirder..."

The fact that I still can't figure this man out bothers me, but right now he's blushing, and he looks like he's trying to save himself from embarrassment, and it's so fucking adorable that I don't really care that I was just annoyed.

So I tell him, "Sure. Why not?"

"Really?"

"Yeah... Besides, Lord knows I haven't gone out for dinner in a long time."

The doctor is relieved, a smile creeping up on his lips that suddenly tugs at my insides and makes me wish for a second that it really is a date he's offering... "Okay, good. Do you want to meet at Waterstone, seven o'clock?"

The excitement starts to drain from me as he says it, followed by an incoming wave of embarrassment. "Oh, man, that... That place is kind of expensive, I don't—"

"Oh, it's okay, I'll pay for everything. I'll even wait outside for you so we can go in together if you'd like..."

Why he's being so nice to me I have no idea, but it's making my annoyance melt and my heart start to beat faster, and I really don't know how to feel about that. In fact I'm pretty sure it's weird as fuck given the circumstances.

But all I have to do is make it through this weekend, hopefully all will be back to normal, and I won't ever have to think about it ever again.

"Alright... It's a date."

———

Out of all the scenarios I'd pictured for the end of the night, this definitely had not been one of them.

I finished my shift at the diner, imagining on my drive home the look on his face when I inevitably showed up with something on my face or stained on my dress; Instead I showed up to Waterstone and was greeted with wandering eyes and showered with bashful compliments.

I expected to get into some type of argument about how each of our kids were better than the other or something, but we ended up talking through their traits with compassion, interest, and pride, all while agreeing that we just have to sit with them this weekend and explain that there are easier, better ways to sort out disagreements than screaming at each other in public.

I expected not to have much fun at all, but by the time we gathered the check and headed out the door, Spencer and I were laughing, just a little tipsy on Cabernet, our hands gently brushing and sparks shooting up my arm at the feeling.

I expected to go our separate ways and walk to my car and drive home, but instead he ended up telling me he was taking the Subway home, and I offered to give him a ride to the opposite side of town where I lived (Waterstone was right in the middle).

I expected to walk through the door, stumble straight up to bed, and sleep until Sky inevitably woke me up with them saying I've slept in too late and needed to get ready for work, but instead I ended up following Spencer up to his door to say goodnight.

And now we're at a fork in the road, and I can take one of two paths.

I can say goodnight, watch him walk in, and then go home and forget about this whole thing.

Or I can keep letting him stare at me until I find myself leaning in to kiss him. Whether or not he'll actually reciprocate is another story, but the little bit of wine tingling in the surface of my body and the dark, intense look in his eye gives me more courage than I've had since I met him.

Before I can make a move, Spencer talks, his voice small and inviting. "Do you want to come inside?" The beating of my heart quickens immensely as he takes another step forward and brings his fingers out to graze my chin. "Vivian's with her mom tonight."

Yes. Vivian's mom, who divorced Spencer pretty soon in the marriage after she just decided his job was too much to handle. He'd quit and took a teaching job, but even still, she declined his pleading to stay married and eventually admitted that she just wasn't in love with him anymore. At least she had the decency to let him have joint custody once his schedule cleared up, and it seemed like they were decent co-parents. Maybe even friends.

I think about Sky, how much they wish their dad had stayed, and how much I wish he had too. I was devastated when he left without anything more than a note. For years it took a huge toll on us, and I barely had the headspace to even think about dating anyone since then.

But here I am now, standing with this man who has also lost a spouse, who's somewhat of a single parent, and who seems kind and genuine enough that I don't think I'd have to worry about bringing him into the life of my child.

Though, I don't even know it'll go that far. I'm getting too far ahead of myself, and so to slow down I look at what's right in front of me. Right now.

Spencer looks at me like he wants to devour me. My whole body is tingling from head to toe. I want to kiss him, and I'm pretty damn sure he wants to kiss me back. He just invited me inside, which means that if I accept, we'll most likely end up sleeping with each other.

Again... Definitely not one of the scenarios I'd had in mind when I left the school today. But it's a damn good one, and he's so hot I want to cry.

My flirty switch turns on so fast, it nearly gives me whiplash. "And what are you gonna do if I say yes?"

"Depends... How badly do you want to walk tomorrow?"

My first instinct is to jokingly tell him to put me in a wheelchair, but I settle for kissing him instead, hoping that gives the same sentiment.

The way he melts into my body tells me I've succeeded. My arms fly up to his neck and pull him closer, and he holds me tightly to him, waiting for my lips to part so he can expertly slip his tongue past them.

I whine out and take a step towards the door. Spencer comes with me and fumbles with the keys in his pocket before reluctantly pulling away to get us inside.

Once we take our jackets and shoes off, he clings to me like static, drawn to me like a magnet, and I let him near without a second thought. Our lips find each other perfectly, like they've always meant to fit together. And as pieces of clothing come off on our way through the house and up to his bedroom, our limbs fit together just as well. Nothing is out of place.

Hell, I don't even remember how inferior to him I felt earlier in the day. Our jobs and lifestyles might seem like polar opposites, but for right now, the two of us are on very equal footing, coming together like it's always been meant to be.

I nearly fall apart when his fingers gather wetness from my cunt, just enough to tease me before pulling away and bringing them to his lips. I watch with a whine waiting on the back of my tongue as he slips his fingers past his mouth and sighs.

"More," is all he manages, and I want so badly to tease him—tell him how I know he can be more eloquent than that—but words are all lost on me too, when he drops to his knees and spreads me apart with ease. I have no choice but to reach behind and grip the foot-end of the bed as he works his tongue expertly against me.

Each of my sighs and whines are met with more avidity from him, taking the form of sharp flicks of the tongue over my clit, and once he adds his fingers to the mix, pumping them expertly inside me, I'm a fucking goner.

I come with a silent shout, clenching my thighs around his face and gripping the foot of the bed so tightly it feels like my hands might go numb.

Once my body loosens, Spencer gets up and kisses me, nearly knocking me over. I'm breathless and dizzy as the tang of my arousal coats my tastebuds. His hands are gentle despite the hunger in his lips, and the medley of sensations of all of these things has me weak in the knees.

"Getting harder to stand already, sweetheart?" he laughs, catching me as I fall into him. His hands clutch at my thighs and he carries me to the edge of the bed, crawling over top of me and kissing down my neck. "That's okay... I'll take good care of you."

I still can't manage to speak as he gently pushes in, the slow burn of him splitting me in two rendering me utterly incapable of even thought. I gladly welcome the pressure, especially once he's inside me all the way and lowering his body to mine. Our chests press firmly together as he pulls back and starts a steady pace with his hips. He traps me with his arms, bringing them to either side of my face. And when his fingers brush the hair from my eyes, he stares into them with intensity as he fucks me.

It's slow and hard. It's heart-pounding. It's earth-shattering. It's everything that makes sex worth having. In that moment we're two equals, so wrapped up in the mere feeling of each other that everything else is just background noise. He breathes me in and I do the same, and with each cant forward of his hips, he brings me deeper into this world we've both ultimately created together.

I want more than anything to wrap my legs around him and keep him close to me, but he's fucking me so good that I don't have the willpower. Instead, they lay spread out, lazy and open as his hips move between them. I'm warm all over, tingling everywhere our skin connects. When he kisses me, swallowing my pathetic attempts at whimpering his name, I'm positive that this is what Heaven must feel like.

Whether it's hours or only minutes later, eventually my body tenses, unable to hold back any further, and two particularly deep thrusts from Spencer send me barreling over the edge.

"There it is, sweetheart..." he praises, caressing my face with long, gentle fingers and leaving little kisses wherever they trail. His voice only seems to help me along, each warm syllable soothing the muscles that pulled taut at his mercy. "That's a good girl..."

I feel tired, calmed, and relaxed, when he pulls out only to jerk off over my lower stomach. Through tired eyes, I watch as he lets go and covers me with his release. Hearing him grunt out my name as he does it nearly wakes me up again, and it even finally brings some words out of me.

"God, you're so fucking hot..."

Well... Not exactly elegant, but the feeling gets across.

Spencer laughs and rolls over so that he isn't nearly crushing me anymore. He kisses down my neck, my arm, and he ever-so-slightly swipes the tip of his tongue over the mess he made before kissing my thigh and getting up to leave— presumably to get me something to clean up with.

Sure enough, he returns shortly with a wet washcloth and tenderly cleans me up. I manage to sit, leaning back on my elbows once he's done and smile at him. He's practically kneeling in front of me again, smiling back as his lips press featherlight kisses to the inside of my leg.

"How're you feeling?" he drawls, letting me pull him up to lay down with me.

"Really good. I haven't done that in so long..."

"Me either... I um... I hadn't really thought much about seeing other people once Lena and I got divorced... I guess I just wanted to put all my focus into being the best father I could, you know?"

"Mhm," I answer, turning to face him and interlocking our fingers. "I know exactly what you mean."

We lay like that for a few moments in comfortable silence, hands and limbs tangled while we breathe the same air and revel in the afterglow we've just created.

Suddenly Spencer laughs, and I squeeze his hand. "What is it?"

"I was just thinking... We probably wouldn't have met if not for Anteros calling us in, right?"

"Yeah..." I piece it together. "Guess I never thought of it that way."

"I just think it's funny, because in Greek mythology, Anteros was an Erote, known as an avenger of unrequited love, and he punished those who scoffed at romantic advances made by others... You and I never even thought about dating after our separations, and yet... Here we are now, because of Anteros."

Hearing him educate me on Greek mythology only serves to remind me how different we are. Still, the little story brings a comforting smile to my lips. "Well... Remind me to send her a basket of muffins or something to thank her."

"And tell her what? That you're grateful she got you laid?"

"Yeah. And what about it?"

The two of us dissolve into laughter that eventually fizzles and leaves us silent again. Our fingers are still tangled, and somehow we've snuggled in even closer.

"In any case, I'm glad I got to meet you, Doctor Reid."

"And I, you, Ms. Y/L/N..."

———

In the past two weeks since that first meeting, I hadn't received any more phone calls from Principal Anteros, which bode as a good sign.

Spencer and I decided to see each other as secretly as we could, which meant only giving vague details to our kids as to what we were doing in our spare time— It seemed weird to spring it on them if they didn't get along, so we figured it was best to wait until the situation was handled.

I tried to talk to Sky about their progress with Vivian, but they only insisted that everything was fine and they wouldn't have to worry anymore. And after relaying this information to Spencer, he informed me that Viv had said the same thing to him.

It wasn't until we both realized that they'd said the same things verbatim each time we asked, that something odd was going on.

And that's how we end up right here, Sky and I sitting on a park bench bathed in the golden October sun while I patiently wait for Spencer to 'coincidentally' show up with Vivian.

Thankfully I don't have to wait too long, because almost five minutes after we sit, I hear the familiar sound of my name falling from his lips, and it's hard to contain the cocky, playful smile that appears upon my own.

"Spencer, hey!" I call back, standing up and going to give him a hug. He pulls me in and he's nice and warm. He smells like burnt wood for some reason, and I want to breathe him in forever. Instead, I settle for a sweet kiss on the lips, both because I simply want to and also because it should baffle the fuck out of our kids.

Sure enough we pull away and look to them, and they look panicked. They have no idea what to do, what to say...

"Oh! Sorry... Viv, this is Y/N, Sky's mom."

The pure amusement in Spencer's voice makes me feel even warmer than being in his embrace. I look to his daughter and give her a wave. "Hi."

"H—Hi..."

It almost seems cruel to laugh at their predicament, but as I turn to Sky and introduce them to Spencer, they have clear annoyance written all over their face.

"Okay, Mom, I think we get it... How did you guys figure it out?"

"What, that you two pretended to hate each other so your principal would have to call us both in to meet?"

The pre-teens look at each other and sigh, truly defeated once and for all. "Yeah," they mutter simultaneously.

"Well, it surely didn't make any sense when you got in trouble for yelling at each other in the first place," Spencer points out. "And then when we asked you how things were working out, you both said the same exact thing..."

"It wasn't that hard to figure out, but we appreciate the effort," I add, reaching out to ruffle Sky's hair. They jerk away playfully, and I can't help but notice their smile as they peek over at Vivian.

"Our plan worked, though, so I call it a win," Vivian says with a shrug.

"As long as you two don't plan on causing any more disruptions at school..." Spencer looks between the both of them, and then at me, his eyes softening as he takes my hand and squeezes it. "Then yes. I'd call it a win, too."

I lean into him and laugh. "Turns out it wasn't Greek mythology that brought us together. It was The Parent Trap."

He raises an eyebrow, like he doesn't get what I mean, and before I can ask or explain, Vivian does it for me. "He's never seen it."

Spencer looks between the three of us like a lost and confused puppy, and we all laugh.

"Well, then, maybe we'll have to have a movie night sometime soon," I offer, reaching out for Sky.

Hand in hand, the four of us continue down the pathway, walking away from the setting sun while dried leaves rustle under our feet.

———

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━ using your safeword scenarios p.2 ★

characters : koshi sugawara, atsumu miya, kotaro bokuto

i decided to make this the p.2 and include suga since like 3 ppl asked for him so yeah !!

p.1 + m.sterlist + requests

(please read the rules before requesting ty.)

▼ cw : not proof read, f! reader , size kink + not enough prep , spanking, dumbification, degradation, daddy/master kink, dacryphilia, hurt + comfort, red! used as safeword, authority kink, angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ▲

Sugawara

- he was always a softie to you

- praising you at everything you did and calling you a goodgirl too <3

- but when you reunited with your friends from highschool they all talked about how their partners would go rough on them bringing you curiosity on the thought of suga being rough with you

- they teased you for having such a soft boyfriend while they went on and on about how you should try it out too.

〜 ☆

- you wondered what would make him tick so you tried being a bit bratty when you got home

- you’d reply with “make me” and he was clueless he’d just go “uhh..okay? can you please sit down?”

- having enough of it he confronted you about it

he hovered over you on top of the couch, staring into your eyes with worry. “y/n what’s gotten into you today? are you okay honey?” his voice was soft, full of concern. you sighed avoiding his worrisome gaze at you. you felt bad for making your boyfriend become worry about you. he at first assume you had a bad day with your friends since you never acted so bratty towards him.

you took a deep breath now turning to face him completely, with your face slowly heating up. “its nothing koshi..i just wanted to try something” he titled his head in confusion at your words. “you wanted to try to be a brat to me? why would you wanna do that?” your cheeks now fully red in embarrassment. “n-no i thought maybe you could be a bit more um..rough with me..” he blinked a few times to analyze what you just told him.

i-its fine if you don’t want t-to!” you covered your face with your hands while he sighs in relief glad you weren’t having a bad day. he chuckled, pulling you into his arms to have you seated on his lap. “now what brought this up my love?” he asks kissing your forehead while he roams his hand through your hair. “well.. my friends said they really enjoyed it when their partners were rough with them and i just wanted to try it out so i thought being bratty might you know...make you wanna put me in my place and stuff..” you shyly spoke as you fiddle with your hands, a sign of nervousness he’s picked up from having dating you so long.

“you sure baby?” his voice now sounding serious. the sad part was you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted this. feeling pressured to do it if you were being honest. you were fine with the way sex with suga was soft, nice and sweet. you did enjoy when he would speed up his thrusts when his high was approaching, but even at that you’d let tears fall at the stretch of him going fast.

ignoring your uncertainty, you nodded looking him in the eyes. he could tell you were still nervous, but if you were okay about it he couldn’t say no to his princess. he kissed your cheek while getting close to your ear, whispering seductively “well since you were all bratty don’t you think you deserve a bit of punishment?” you looked up at him with clueless eyes, clenching your thighs together at his new tone.

“um o-okay..koshi-”

“master, let’s go with that alright princess?”

you nodded letting him position you down on his lap, your stomach on his knees and head resting on the couch cushion. “ you know the safeword right darling?” you tried to look up at him, but your movements being limited.

“yes koshi..”

“koshi?” he questions.

“ah i-i mean master!” you quickly corrected yourself.

he patted your head smiling at your obedience. “goodgirl..now then” he tugged the waistband of your skirt smirking at your eager wiggle for him to remove them faster still felling uneasy, but full of anticipation at what suga had in store for you. “now now, be patient you’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment you know?”

“m’ sorry master..” he slid your skirt down, removing it finally, tossing it to the side of the living room, leaving you with nothing but underwear that was soaked with your juices. he rubbed soothing circles on your asscheek before he placed a mean slap on it. you jumped at the unexpected sting, your eyes starting to water with no tears falling just yet. “such a naughty thing huh?” landing another slap on your ass rubbing it to sooth the pain. the sting feeling good but the words he spoke starting to get you, breaking you down one by one.

“what happened to my goodgirl huh? she came home so bratty..such a badgirl.” your pupils shrunk at the fact he called you bad. goodgirl was something he’d always call you making you blush and smile but the fact now you were his badgirl set something off in you.

you wanted to push the feeling off you really did, but the slaps on your ass made you feel hazy and your tears started to fall on the couch. “why so quiet?you sure had a lot to say when you came home. is my badgirl finally gonna take her punishment like she’s supposed too?” slapping your ass once more leaving hand prints on it now that were bound to stay for awhile.

you didn’t respond, instead you just sobbed in on yourself feeling small and pathetic that the fact he called you a badgirl was enough to make tears stain your cheeks. he froze turning you to face him on his lap. “hey baby you okay?was it too much??”

“r-red..” finally speaking, he quickly pulled you in his embrace peppering your faces with kisses letting out soft apologies. “why’d you force yourself baby?” he whispers kissing you softly yet full of love.

“i-i’m still your goodgirl... right? i didn’t mean to be bad i promise..i thought i could take it but..” the feeling of guilt starting to take over you.

“but what baby you can say it i won’t get mad, i could never” you rested your head on his shoulder wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i couldn’t..i like it when you’re soft with me..c-can we do that instead?? please master!”

he smirked at the fact you called him master, it made his cock twitch in his jeans. relief he didn't hurt you, he started kissing down your neck, letting one hand wander up your shirt to play with your hardening nipple.

“of course. whatever my goodgirl wants. just please never force yourself to do anything ever again till you’re 100% okay with. got it?”

“yes master.”

Atsumu

- this man is kinda like kuroo

- heavy with his degradation.

- you didn’t mind ofc!! he’d reassure you he didn't mean what he said with his aftercare

- but tonight, he told you to ride him since you were being extra needy for him.

- he wanted to tease you and not fully give in and help you cum just to mess with you and have you beg.

-and well...he may have mixed in some dumbification.

- lets just say you might have taken some things to heart.

he clicked his tongue disappointed at your attempts to bounce on his cock. it hurt just dropping onto his dick but each time you bounced on it, you could feel the painful drag stretching your walls open making you sob. “come on..that all you got? it’s no fun having a dumb crybaby on my cock.” him calling you dumb catches you off guard, but choosing to ignore it you tried again this time quickening your pace.

he didn’t even let a grunt at the feeling just staring at you with a look of disapproval, already panting in exhaustion. he sighed getting tired of seeing you’re pathetic movements, he pushed you back down to take initiative having his cock still stuffed inside you. you let out a yelp at the unexpected change as he started rutting his hips into you, using your hips as support to hold himself, you moaned gripping his shoulders for support as your eyes rolled back to your head.

“was that so hard? i thought dumb needy sluts would try harder to try and get what they want.” he tutted, ramming into you meaner and harder, his cock grazing the tip of your cervix. you choked out a sob trying to look back at him, starting to not like were this was going.“m’..i was trying my best daddy..”

“were you though? as always my dumb slut needs her daddy to step in and help her since she can’t do anything right.” the last sentence making your heart stop and everything around you freeze. did he really see you this way? as a dumb needy slut who can’t do anything right? you thought back to all the times you needed his help even beyond sex like when you’d ask him to help you get something that was too high up for you at a store, needed him to walk you home cause you weren’t strong enough to defend yourself.

all these memories making your head feel dizzy. did he mean it??he never complained he was always happy to help his girlfriend. you started to continuously sob out apologies. your tears being easily mistaken for tears of pleasure, which only turned him on even more.

“aw.” he faked sympathy for you with a frown, grabbing your chin to look at him. “its okay, daddy will find a use for you. after all the only thing you’re good at is being a dumb cocksleeve for me to pump full.” his eyes were dark when he spoke almost sadistically. the pleasure you were once receiving from him started turning to pain making you scream.

“no more!! red! red! please atsumu stop!” he pulled out the second you tried pushing him off.

he took a step-back watching as you slowly breakdown in front of him. he was scared, terrified even at seeing you so hurt you went as far as to use the little strength in you to push him off.

he got off the bed running to the bathroom to grab a towel to wipe you. he returned sitting at the foot of the bed slowly approaching you with shaky hands. proceeding to wipe your tears away with it, glad you didn’t flinch at him.

“hey..no more tears it’s okay its okay─i didn’t mean it i swear!” his voice cracked, with his eyes starting to water as well. you flipped yourself over to rest your head on his thigh. “thank god.” he mumbled looking up in relief. he was scared you were mad at him or was mad at him forever.

the room was silent for a few minutes with only the movements of atsumu playing with your hair telling you over and over again how sorry he was.

“am i really that useless atsu..?” you mumbled, the thought of you calling yourself useless, being drilled into your head by atsumu made his heart sink. he quickly corrects you, pulling you up off his thigh into a tight hug, swinging you back and forth like a toddler.

“NO! NO! thats untrue! i-i’m so sorry you’re not useless! you a very useful pretty baby that i love more than a-anything so don’t ever say that!” his tears falling down his cheeks hitting your skin. you started to feel your tears come up again too. you didn’t precisely see him cry, but you could tell by his broken tone he was almost as hurt as you.

you wrapped your arms around him, as he gripped onto you tighter, scared you’d runaway or leave.

“i’m sorry baby....i promise to never call you those things ever again.” he promised pulling away to look you in the eyes. you smiled making his heart skip a beat.

“let’s go to sleep okay prettygirl?”

Bokuto

- he can get out of hand

- i wouldn’t say bokuto would be as rough vocally as the previous ones.

- HOWEVER, his cock is something you’ll never get used to

- each time you two did he had to prep you and even then it still hurt.

- you never complained though it was always temporary.

- he came home after a stressful game and only won because of pure luck.

- he was tired and needed to blow off steam immediately

- you being his cute wife was happy to help <3

he sloppily kissed down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt to have a turn at your breasts. you bit your lip to suppress your moans. “come on baby make some noise will ya?” he said removing your shorts completely before sucking at your clit making you wince, your eyes screwed shut at the pleasure. he began to stuff a finger in you feeling you clench around his finger.

“yeah just like that─fuck you’re really wet baby.” he licked his lips at the sight of your wet cunt. removing his finger completely, while running his thumb up and down your folds. he was getting impatient wanting to just ruin you already. he unbuckled his pants removing it quickly not remembering how big he was compared to you. removing his boxers just to let his cock spring free. you opened your eyes to see his tip slowly enter you.

“w-wait bo! need more p-prep!”

“come on baby your a big girl right? you can take it.” your head fell back into the pillow as tears streamed down your cheeks at the stretch. no matter no many times bokuto fucked you it still hurt. you gripped a chunk of the bed sheets in your fists tightly, holding onto it for your dear life.

he slowly went in you fully throwing his head back at how your gummy walls clenched around him so tightly. he knew it hurt you but it brought him a lot of pleasure that it did. the fact your tiny little hole would stretch pass its limit just to accumulate his fat cock was almost enough to make him cum right there.

he stilled for a few seconds, only to thrust roughly into you like a man starved of lust. you screamed as his fat cock dragged along your walls at the abnormal pace. you didn’t know if you could last if you were being honest, it hurt it really did. normally, it would last a few thrusts but this time it lasted way too long for your liking.

“bo! please s-slow down─ah!” he sped up his paces being too lost in his own pleasure to hear you. “bo!” you screamed still not getting his attention.

feeling uneasy you let out a yell of the safeword “RED!” he halted his thrusts looking down at your face that was streaming with tears.

‘oh no oh no i─ baby i’m sorryyyy!” his hair flopping down going into his emo mode. he collapsed on top of you falling on your breasts looking up at you like a wounded puppy. you chuckled and played with his hair while he hugged you tightly. still in you.

“ its okay bo..” you smiled while he got off your breast to cup your face kissing it softly.

“i’m sorry i didnt realize i was hurting you baby─ do you want me to stop we can stop!-”

“no bo its okay!its okay!” you quickly reassured kissing his cheek falling back on the bed rubbing your remaining tears away.

“just go slow okay? then when i’m fully ‘adjusted’ you can go fast and as rough as you want.”

you whispered making his emo mode fade away and his face light up with glee like he just won a prize.

“r-really? as rough as i want?” he asked making sure, you smiled in response. “yes bo. just start slow okay? i promise.” he nodded placing his hands at your sides to thrust slowly into you. he lowered himself to you and you wrapped your arms and legs around him while he began to kiss you passionately.

☆〜

bokuto’s is really soft he’s a goofball and i love em sm. also never wrote for suga before?? i hope you suga stans liked it tho it was kinda hard to write him since i don’t seem him as the type to degrade his partner he’s just here to please his baby.

i still am taking requests all links are above and down here. remember to drink water. oh and heres the m.sterlist in case you missed it <3♡

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she's insignificant

chapter 6: how's it hanging?

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

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"there he is" y/n pointed towards the plumbing van across the street from the building she had stood in front of just yesterday with klaus and five. luther nodded, heading over first, looking through the window. y/n noticed something was off. "is he.. dreaming?" she frowned, glancing at luther who shrugged. she quickly climbed through the back while luther called out to him.

"five!"

"no!" five shouted in his sleep, brows furrowed in distress. he was having a nightmare. y/n gently reached over and held his shoulders, shaking him awake.

"hey, five" she called softly, and his eyes snapped open, breathing heavily. "hey" she smiled sweetly, watching as he calmed down. luther opened the door, struggling to fit inside.

"you okay?" luther asked when he finally sat down, shutting the door.

"you shouldn't be.. how did you find me?" five got defensive right away. y/n sighed, moving back.

"well.." he nodded at y/n who smiled sheepishly before turning around at the sound of humming.

"klaus?" he was dancing with dolores in the back.

"hey, a little privacy guys, we're really hitting it off back here-" he pretended to frown only for five to yell at him.

"get out!" he chucked a cup at him and klaus used dolores as a shield. "you can't be here! i'm in the middle of something"

"klaus" y/n held her arms out, taking dolores from him. "please, don't do that" her face scrunched in disgust at the thought. she didn't need more of her brothers becoming attached to dolores, one was enough.

"aw, why not, baby sis?" he moved closer, kneeling next to her and leaning on luther's seat. y/n sighed, holding dolores and leaning against five's. "any luck finding your one-eyed man?"

"what is he talking about?" luther looked between them all but five shrugged it of with a wave of his hand, gesturing to klaus.

"does it matter? it's klaus" five sighed, sitting up in his seat. "what do you want luther?"

"um.. so grace may have had something to do with dad's death. so, i need you to come back to the academy, it's important"

"it's important" five mumbled, scoffing. "you have no concept of what's important"

"hey" klaus diverted the attention to himself, "did i ever tell you guys about the time i waxed my ass with chocolate pudding?" he laughed, "it was so painful" he looked at five who turned away to laugh.

"what are you still doing here?" luther turned in his seat to look at klaus.

"what? i-what i need an excuse to hang out with my family?"

"well, we're trying to have a serious conversation here" luther gestured between him and five. y/n sighed, why was everyone so doubtful of klaus? he was just trying to help.

"and i'm incapable of being serious- is that what you're saying?" klaus held his hands to his chest, looking hurt.

"luther's got a point, you should get out" five sighed,

"what?" klaus looked at him in betrayal before looking at y/n. "baby sis, you want me here, right?"

"wanting you here and being able to hold a serious conversation are different things klaus" she shook her head in amusement. he frowned, "come on, let's go" she set dolores down before climbing to the side door of the van beside klaus.

"what? you're coming with me?" klaus smiled, cheering as he climbed out to.

"where are you going?" luther asked, looking at her in disbelief.

"you gestured to only you and five, luther. besides, klaus is more fun than you two. come get us when you're done fighting" she rolled her eyes.

"y/n-" five tried before sighing as she shut the door.

"so, why'd you come with, anyways?" klaus linked his arm with y/n, heading towards the convenience store across the road.

"i don't like the way they treat you" she sighed, patting his shoulder in sympathy. "let's get some food" he grinned as they reached the door to the store, splitting up to look through different aisles. it wasn't long before klaus held a handful of stuff he definitely couldn't afford. she snorted as he tried to run out, a police officer following him.

"hey bitches!"

"dumbass" she rolled her eyes, picking up a coffee she had made in the corner before taking a lollipop and some chips. she closed her eyes, disappearing and reappearing in the van, behind five. she placed the coffee down in the middle, neither five nor luther noticing her yet. she pulled the wrapper off the lollipop, sucking on it.

they all watched klaus run across the road, almost getting hit with a cab. "out of the way, asshole!" he shouted.

"amateur" y/n scoffed as the officer caught up to him. five and luther turned to her in surprise.

"i'm starting to wonder if that was the wisest decision" five watched him drop his things, looking at y/n who shrugged.

"i got you a coffee?" she smiled innocently, holding it up.

as luther went to collect klaus, y/n hung back, moving to sit beside five. "hey.." she faced him fully, watching as he continued to stare out at the building. "are you sure you're alright?"

"i'm fine" he denied, not looking over.

"then look me in the eyes and tell me that" she scoffed, before sighing and twirling her lollipop in her hand, staring intently at it. "five, i know you've been through a lot alone but.. you're not alone anymore. we're here- i'm here to help you now.. all you have to do is let me"

he finally turned to face her, expression softening. "i've done more than you think and.. i don't want you getting hurt in the process. like i said if i need help.. you're the first person i'd ask"

"really?" she raised an eyebrow, pausing to stare at him now. "i don't believe you" he sighed, annoyed.

"you don't have to, but i would ask you first, you're most capable"

"you're just saying that because i told you about dolores" she stuck her lollipop back in her mouth and crossed her arms, childishly.

there was a pause, "how.. how did you do it? i saw you there how were you-" he gestured a hand to the mannequin.

"at first i trained with dad and i.. i couldn't reach you, no matter how hard i tried" she begun softly, looking back down at her hands. "then one day i just.. did. but you walked right through me and i- i didn't know what to do. i tried so hard to talk to you but you kept going right through me. i tried to touch you but my hand went right through and i touched dolores instead. i don't know how or why but.. it felt like a part of me was torn off" she shivered, hating the feeling that came with it. "i don't know why but i lied to dad, i told him i couldn't find you. he dismissed me, said training was over forever. so i studied instead, i failed and failed to reach you again and i studied physics and probability, anything to help you get back. one day i did find you again but i couldn't move, i couldn't do anything. you were reading vanya's book but it wasn't out yet, i saw your equations and your wagon.. i realised i was dolores later when you spoke to me, i was seeing through her eyes"

five stayed quiet, watching her intently. "i didn't get to see anymore, klaus and diego thought i was dying" she laughed bitterly, "i didn't find you again for a while and when i did you actually saw me.. as me and not dolores. well, you know obviously know what happened then.. but i kept seeing things in my dreams, i saw you, the things you did, i saw you grow up. it was.. weird but i think it was dolores"

y/n sighed, reaching a hand out and opening the door. "i'll leave you to-"

"i meant it, you know?" five cut her off, frowning as he was now facing away from her again. "when i said you were the most trustworthy.. the strongest"

a small smile graced her face. "i know"

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"do you really think mom would hurt dad?" they all sat around watching the tape on the tv screen except five who had refused to come.

"you haven't been home in a long time, vanya, maybe you don't know grace anymore" luther argued,

y/n sighed, "mom didn't have any intentions like that. she was definitely normal that day"

"if he was poisoned, it would have shown in the coroner's report" diego eyed luther, standing beside y/n.

"yeah, well, i don't need a report to show what i can see with my own eyes" luther gestured to the screen, hell bent on blaming someone for this.

"maybe all that low gravity in space messed with your vision" diego nodded, unconvinced and moved forwards, going back in the tape. "look closer, dad has his monocle, mom stands up, monocle gone"

"oh yeah" klaus grinned, shaking his bag of chips.

"she wasn't poisoning him, she was taking it. to clean it" something was off. y/n eyed them all carefully.

"then where is it?" luther turned the tape off, looking at him. "no, i've searched the house, including all of her things, she doesn't have it"

"that's because i took it from her.. after the funeral" diego admitted, holding one of his knives. y/n frowned, they were going to fight.

"you've had the monocle this whole time? what the hell diego?!" allison uncrossed her arms, staring at him incredulously.

"give it to me!" luther demanded, moving forwards and holding a hand out.

"i threw it away" diego shrugged, still fiddling with his knife.

"you what?" allison laughed in disbelief, how could he? she raised her glass of alcohol to her lips.

"look, i knew that if you found it on mom, you'd lose your shit. just like you're doing right now" diego stood straight, pointing his knife towards luther.

"diego, you're such-" diego got into a fighting position, hands ready for round two.

"no, calm down" vanya interrupted, "look, i know dad wasn't exactly an open book but i do remember one thing he said. mom was, well, designed to be a caretaker but also as a protector"

"what does that mean?" allison asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"she was programmed to intervene if someone's life was in jeopardy" y/n realised, catching on to where vanya was going with this.

"well, if her hardware is degrading then.. we need to turn her off" luther suggested and diego immediately disagreed.

"woah, woah, woah, woah wait, she's not just a vacuum cleaner you can throw in a closet, she feels things, i've seen it-"

"she just stood there, diego, and watched out father die!" luther gestured to the screen again, trying to prove his point.

"i'm with luther" allison sighed, fiddling with her glass.

"surprise, surprise" diego sneered, everyone looking over at her.

"shut up" she snapped before they looked at vanya.

"i-i don't-"

"yeah, she shouldn't get a vote" diego threw his hands up, believing that she was going to go against him.

"i was going to say that i agree with you" she glared at him.

"okay, she should get a vote" he then turned on klaus. "what about you stoner boy? what've you got?"

"oh, so what? you need my help now?" he rolled his eyes, "well, get out of the van klaus. oh, well, welcome back to the van!"

"what van?" allison looked between them all.

"we're not shutting mom down!" y/n shut down any more talking. they looked over at her. she looked disappointed and angry. "i thought we said no more fighting" she crossed her arms, looking pointedly at luther.

"exactly! i'm with y/n and diego because screw you" klaus glared at luther and diego pointed klaus nodding. "and if ben were here, he'd agree with me" there was pause before klaus hissed at the couch.

"so, that's four to two" diego held up his fingers.

"it's not final yet" allison argued, "klaus doesn't count, he's high and drunk"

"what?" diego glared at her, hands falling.

"and five's not here yet. the whole family has to vote, we owe each other that"

"right" luther nodded and vanya agreed.

y/n scoffed, "we owe each other? we don't owe each other shit" diego agreed, "all i wanted was my family back, no more fights. if we really owe each other the least you could is that" they all watched silently as she left.

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a young diego ran down the hallway, suit only half on. he wore his button up shirt, tie and sweater vest over the top. he disappeared through a doorway as allison rushed down the stairs.

"come on luther!" she called through a doorway at the bottom before rushing the way diego had come. reginald walked out and stood in the hallway.

"how will the umbrella academy ever become an effective crime deterrent if we can't even leave the house on time for missions?" he yelled out so that all of them would hear.

"behind you" luther called, jumping past reginald to scurry down the hall. allison searched through her draws hastily, chucking clothes onto the floor around her.

"i can't find my domino mask" she rushed back only to be stopped by grace who held it out.

"it needed a little bit of tlc after the last mission" she smiled as allison took it, thanking her. grace walked out and down the hall, stopping at luther's room first where he was currently doing push ups.

"ready to go?" she received a thumbs up before she continued walking.

"where's my knives?" diego shouted, rushing through the house at the other end of the hallway. grace stopped in front of vanya's room where she was practicing her violin.

"sounds beautiful, vanya" she complimented with a soft smile.

"thanks mom"

grace then walked to klaus' room where he was jumping on his bed, grinning and laughing at the chest of drawers on fire. "oh, klaus" she scolded, putting the fire out.

"thank you, mother" he smiled, hoping off his bed. she shook her head with a small grin.

"boys will be boys"

ben rushed down the hallway next, hand fiddling with his zip. "oh, ben" she gently stopped him.

"it-its stuck" he tried to pull it up again. grace softly fixed it for him before letting him go. "guys! wait for me" he called as he ran off.

grace paused outside diego's room, hearing him practice his speech, trying to get over his stutter.

"don't m-m-m" he struggled to get the word out. grace walked in, smiling and placing her hands on his shoulders.

"remember, diego. just picture the word in your mind" he breathed out, nodding before trying again.

"d-don't m-m.. d-don't m.. don't m-move" grace gasped, happy.

"you did it!" she grinned, touching a hand to his cheek. "i'm so proud of you"

someone cleared their throat in the doorway, interrupting. there stood reginald and beside him y/n. diego watched as he smile faded at her father's cough. she had been happy for him too.

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